Loveshot didn’t particularly enjoy letting Caretaker out of her sight; after all, it was a dangerous world, who knew what could happen to Caretaker in that time she’d be alone? Loveshot knew (well, assumed) that Caretaker wasn’t capable of physical counters, given the woman’s sweet personality & caring heart. Loveshot couldn’t ever imagine them dealing a strong hand to a killer or attacker—& so, Loveshot was more than happy to take the position of Caretaker’s guardian.

Loveshot was currently darting through the halls of the bunker; she’d checked Caretaker’s room, the library, the medbay, the garden… everywhere where she thought Caretaker might be, but the medic just wasn’t anywhere. Loveshot was beginning to get a little concerned—she didn’t even notice how Carepad & Revolver were staring at her rushing all around like a shopper on New Year’s Eve.

Eventually, Loveshot was left with only one place to check—the freezer room in the back of the kitchen, where large slabs of meat hung from the ceiling & where Revolver often worked out. Loveshot thought it was inane, finding Caretaker there, but she currently didn’t have any other choice…

“Care?! You in here—„

She burst through the door of the freezer, yet froze halfway in through the doorway, & not due to the cold either.

Caretaker was there. Working out. A helmet on her head, combat gloves on her hands.

& Loveshot just gawped at the sight like an idiot.