[At first Pidge didn't notice, wrapped up in her own thoughts, the lingering pain from the bruises on her face and the upset of having to face not only her own demons but the demons of her teammates over and over again.
Her bayard was back in her possession and tucked awkwardly in to the back pocket of her jeans, but that small caveat aside she hardly looks dangerous.
The dragging sound echoing down the hall earns her gaze and gives her pause, making her thin shoulders tense and her eyes widen behind her glasses. Who-- what... ?
No, that form is familiar. The face isn't, but--...]
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Her bayard was back in her possession and tucked awkwardly in to the back pocket of her jeans, but that small caveat aside she hardly looks dangerous.
The dragging sound echoing down the hall earns her gaze and gives her pause, making her thin shoulders tense and her eyes widen behind her glasses. Who-- what... ?
No, that form is familiar. The face isn't, but--...]
... Tim?