[The outfit, unfortunately, offers little protection from the dust in the air. Though she can't yet hear it, she can feel the slats of metal beginning to grind against one another. It will be an ordeal to clean the armor, but her concern for that will have to come later. A wry smile finds her lips, and can't help but laugh.]
About five minutes ago. And my welcome was a bar of steel aimed at my head.
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About five minutes ago. And my welcome was a bar of steel aimed at my head.