“Hiiiii~! If it isn’t the Commander. Back from another mission hm? Always so diligent and protective of us T-dolls! Don’t worry girlies, Commander is in good good hands~”

Waving off the field leader Groza and the other T-dolls, the automatic door slides shut. Leaving the two of them alone. The moment it happens, it was like a switch flipped, and her cheery façade was broken

“Hey. Commander. You promised you wouldn’t get yourself injured like that again. Are you stupid? What if we lost you? You think I enjoy having to stitch you back up like some Frankenstein monster? No no no… don’t look at me like that.”

She crosses her arms, her eyes narrowing to an icy glare

“We could’ve lost you. I, could have lost you”