[it rips past her shoulder, narrowly clipping her ear-- if she didn't have such singularly excellent reflexes, maybe it would've. instead, she catches a blur of red out of her peripheral vision, and a hiss of heat from thrusters.
when she tracks it again, it's a glove. gauntlet. like a piece of armor from her contemporaries, but a brighter shade of red than the military of her home had recommended for tactical purposes. a little different to some of the people who've shown up here in jeans or singed leather. the glove seems to be flying around on its own, with a destination in mind-- unfortunately, it's come up against an unexpected barrier: the hull of an overturned airship of some sort, bigger by far than anything an ordinary woman could lift.
the gauntlet is knocking against it, funnily polite all things considered. donk. donkdonk. donkdonkdonk.]
crash landing;
when she tracks it again, it's a glove. gauntlet. like a piece of armor from her contemporaries, but a brighter shade of red than the military of her home had recommended for tactical purposes. a little different to some of the people who've shown up here in jeans or singed leather. the glove seems to be flying around on its own, with a destination in mind-- unfortunately, it's come up against an unexpected barrier: the hull of an overturned airship of some sort, bigger by far than anything an ordinary woman could lift.
the gauntlet is knocking against it, funnily polite all things considered. donk. donkdonk. donkdonkdonk.]