Taking a moment to ignore Fawful's outburst (and peg him as a potential target; he didn't seem like the picture of mental stability), Maria turned her glance to regard Thomas. "Razed, I take it?"
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Maria's eyes widened. "Terra... burned?" She was lost in it; the cradle of humankind, the planet that had allowed man to reach to the stars... incinerated.
She caught herself pretty quickly. It wasn't her Earth. "My... my condolences for your son."
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."It all happened as in slow motion. Fawful, with his lack of English skill, wasn't able to divine the context of what had happened - Maria operated under the assumption whatever was burning things on Earth had burned his son. Well, that and he'd called Terra burning "beautiful".
Thomas drew a pistol. Fawful drew his own. The two faced each other down in a standoff.
Maria took a look between the two of them. She took a deep breath in, and made a shot at negotiation.
"Alright. Thomas. Fawful doesn't seem to have the best skill with English. I don't think he got what you were implying. That is zero reason to pull a gun on him! Fawful, you are literally talking about a planet on fire and hundreds of thousands of people getting killed, "beautiful" isn't quite the word to describe it! I don't know what the hell's gonna happen next, but I'd rather have two people at my side than one, and last I checked death is a permanent deal. Both of you. Weapons down. Now."
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"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Letting out an aggrieved sigh, and fighting the urge to smoothly unsafety her weapon, Maria continued walking, beginning to consider the prospect of heading back to her fighter and just leaving.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp.""It's an aerospace strike fighter. Ridiculously expensive, capable of both space and air flight. To be fair, that just means they built it aerodynamically to fly well, then strapped ion engines to it for thrust and space maneuverability. And that's all I'm allowed to tell you."
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

"Gotham City. Althogh, it isn't really a city anymore. After the war, a bunch of damn dinodaurs showed up, and then the metas... Honestly, I'm glad to have a break."
>witty quip goes here<