[It's just a mission, it's just a mission, it's just a-- Really, despite going up against titans back home and even facing one off with a bow and arrow, doing something like a sabotage operation here feels ten times more daunting. Sasha's hands are white knuckled around the edge of her weapon, and she's staring right ahead without blinking. She hasn't blinked in a while now actually.
When Jet finally asks the question her stomach twists, and it's a reminder that at least she's not alone in this. So yes, she's anxious. Instead of answering like a normal person, however, she tears her gaze away, aware that nothing should be able to sneak up on them at the moment. She listens harder instead, but there's no signs thus far.]
...My stomach hurts.
[Ah... was that the answer he was expecting? Probably not, but her face is entirely serious when she says it.]
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When Jet finally asks the question her stomach twists, and it's a reminder that at least she's not alone in this. So yes, she's anxious. Instead of answering like a normal person, however, she tears her gaze away, aware that nothing should be able to sneak up on them at the moment. She listens harder instead, but there's no signs thus far.]
...My stomach hurts.
[Ah... was that the answer he was expecting? Probably not, but her face is entirely serious when she says it.]