Sentient Corpse

WhiskeyTango stowed her blade and walked to Harper, reaching out to brush the frost off her cloak.

"Glad you're okay. I was losing my mind standing there unable to move. I owe you one!"

"Whatever. I'm basically the hope of the entire team."

Harper grinned. "If I didn't have this gear, I wouldn't have let you stand there in the first place."

The two shared a quick smile.

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