Oh, now she'd done it. MOMO had accidentally spent too long concentrating on the terminal in front of her, and between one glance up from her work and another, night had fallen.
That, naturally, was a very bad thing. She missed the last call to get home safely without having to plow through monsters, and now she'd just have to deal with it.
As she comes up between floors, a vivid flash catches her eye, and her thermal sensors fly off the charts. Although she can see perfectly fine in the dim light, and can see quite well that it's Margulis doing the frying of monsters (she'd remember those techniques even if it hadn't been ten years), MOMO can't quite tell his intentions. Assuming in good faith that perhaps he's been ambushed, she readies her ether bow and starts shooting off energy projectiles, piercing various heads and eyes with startling accuracy.
Nighttime
That, naturally, was a very bad thing. She missed the last call to get home safely without having to plow through monsters, and now she'd just have to deal with it.
As she comes up between floors, a vivid flash catches her eye, and her thermal sensors fly off the charts. Although she can see perfectly fine in the dim light, and can see quite well that it's Margulis doing the frying of monsters (she'd remember those techniques even if it hadn't been ten years), MOMO can't quite tell his intentions. Assuming in good faith that perhaps he's been ambushed, she readies her ether bow and starts shooting off energy projectiles, piercing various heads and eyes with startling accuracy.
"Are you okay? Do you need help?"