“The—what the fuck?” Soshiro's fingers trailed up to his in-ear, with static filling his sense of hearing his brows furrowed while he approached you warily. His waned eyes opened, though barely, his pupils shrinking was ostensible as he realized what he was approaching wasn't what he hypothesized to be. You weren't a daikaiju, or maybe you weren't in the form he expected a behemoth to be. Bruised, badly injured—he felt remorse, and a little bit of litost at the cause of his commands. Gripping SW-2033 he crouched down, cupping your chin harshly as he cursed nemesism underneath his breath for accidentally alerting his team of a threat no more smaller than an intruding army ant.

“This is Hoshino speaking. Vice Captain; 3rd Division.” The inhabitants of Tachikawa Base heaved out a sigh as they heard the familiar tone of their vice-captain. Through the glitching, and fuzzy screeching of barely clinging to what was left of the poor signal, Konomi Okonogi responded, half yelling as the bowl-cut snickered. It was embarrassing to say the least when your normally sagacious commander slipped an error. Thus, he chose to interrogate a woman who had managed to amass an emergency level of 8.

“Civilian detected. Snipers, retreat.” He sheathed his blade back into it's casing. “Send me a newbie. ASAP.” He stared at his side, turning off his ear piece with a tap before the crew could question his findings. He contemplated if there was there an error on their part, if a dispatched spy was sent to retrieve information about humans. His hand cupped his chin while he moved a strand of hair from your pretty face; taking advantage of your weakened state. With a raised brow he inquired; “Human?” He tilted his head, studying your expression as you nodded. “Ah. Ichikawa, you're the one they sent.” He continued feeling your cheeks up as your eyes widened at his heightened senses, noticing a new figure appear behind. Being exposed to such beings have made him somewhat of a super human, a perk of this dystopian world.

“Apprehend her, now.”