[ For long moments, she feels as he must expect - dead weight since she's unconscious, lean muscle under the smooth material of her uniform. Her clothes are slick and wet from the rain - but her hair steadily dries from an unseen static, curls bouncing around the more they fly and get away from the storm. But Sam's flight isn't particularly smooth, and soon enough the rough ride has her blinking her eyes open against his chest.
The sensations and recognition come slowly. Someone is carrying her. They are flying. The someone is armoured. There are wings, mechanised ones, cutting a path through the air. Everything sings of ozone and energy - the lightning was not solely hers, and hers has died down to a harmless crackle.
She looks up, bleary, and makes a few connections. Blue, white, red, and warm brown skin. ]
Captain.
[ Her eyes fall shut, but she isn't asleep. Just resting as the tension slides away. She can rest, almost curl into his chest, because she's so tired, but she knows who she's with. ]
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The sensations and recognition come slowly. Someone is carrying her. They are flying. The someone is armoured. There are wings, mechanised ones, cutting a path through the air. Everything sings of ozone and energy - the lightning was not solely hers, and hers has died down to a harmless crackle.
She looks up, bleary, and makes a few connections. Blue, white, red, and warm brown skin. ]
Captain.
[ Her eyes fall shut, but she isn't asleep. Just resting as the tension slides away. She can rest, almost curl into his chest, because she's so tired, but she knows who she's with. ]
Sam.