"..."
Liman squints at the giantess napping, recalling some memories—before shaking her head, and pokes the drone that lies there dormant, booting it back up.
With a hand gesture, she motions for the drone to follow her and quietly the two made their way to where Laura is, stopping in front of where her face approximately is.
всегда верен"...!", she gives a quiet yelp as she scrambled towards the bushes, the drones zipping by Laura's face and blowing a bit of its exhaust into it.
When Laura wakes up, she can see a bush rustling nearby—with a strand of white hair and a not-too-well-hidden-robot with orange lenses staring at her—poking out of said bush.
всегда веренA girl—gray pale complexion, mop of messy white hair, red eyes and in a military uniform pokes her head out of the bushes, the drone hovering and sticking out of the bush like a sore thumb goes out along her.
"...W-We saw you sleeping here, a-and...this forest i-isn't the safest of places, so..."
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...That's a no, then. Sorry for treating both of ya like kids, but...
(That Grip Is Not Letting Up)