[Oh, thank goodness. He seems relatively safe now, so she releases him. With that done, there's the helmet. Helmet secure? Helmet secure. Good, that's good.
With a flick of her wrist, her PDA comes out of wherever she puts it in her sleeve and she's hastily typing out a few words.]
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With a flick of her wrist, her PDA comes out of wherever she puts it in her sleeve and she's hastily typing out a few words.]
Its my fault, I wasn't paying attention.