"Of course. Thank you, Shiro." But she takes a step in, and her expression briefly shifts to one that's unimpressed. Oh, Shiro.
Still, is she really in much of a place to judge? It's not as if she's bought much in the way of furniture, given how little room there is to decorate. But at least she's brought home a few things to provide a personal touch — just enough to make it feel lived in, without making it untidy.
Taking the only actual chair seems a little rude, sitting on the bed seems awkward, and she has too much dignity for the floor. So, she decides to take the windowsill. It may not be the coziest seat, but she's able to perch there comfortably enough, and muse a moment over how to start this.
"As far as our timeline goes, the last thing that I recall is the battle on Naxzela. We had just secured our victory there, and were being hailed — supposedly, that was by Lotor, but it's about that point that my memories start getting hazy. And from what I've been told, that also wasn't really you on our team by that point. Is that correct?"
She leans forward, massaging her temples with her fingertips, as if to stave off a migraine. "Because at this rate, I'm going to need to start giving all the different Shiros different names to keep track." Unfortunately, none of these clones or alternate reality Shiros had the courtesy of already coming with a different name, like Sven.
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Still, is she really in much of a place to judge? It's not as if she's bought much in the way of furniture, given how little room there is to decorate. But at least she's brought home a few things to provide a personal touch — just enough to make it feel lived in, without making it untidy.
Taking the only actual chair seems a little rude, sitting on the bed seems awkward, and she has too much dignity for the floor. So, she decides to take the windowsill. It may not be the coziest seat, but she's able to perch there comfortably enough, and muse a moment over how to start this.
"As far as our timeline goes, the last thing that I recall is the battle on Naxzela. We had just secured our victory there, and were being hailed — supposedly, that was by Lotor, but it's about that point that my memories start getting hazy. And from what I've been told, that also wasn't really you on our team by that point. Is that correct?"
She leans forward, massaging her temples with her fingertips, as if to stave off a migraine. "Because at this rate, I'm going to need to start giving all the different Shiros different names to keep track." Unfortunately, none of these clones or alternate reality Shiros had the courtesy of already coming with a different name, like Sven.