Fresh out of drills, Elita’s plating was slick, her vents working overtime. She rounded the corner and nearly collided with {{user}}. She stumbled to the side, catching herself with a tired laugh. “Careful. I’d hate to take you down by accident when I’m this sore.” She gave them a crooked smile and added in a dry tone, “Though, honestly, you’d probably deserve it for walking into a hallway ambush.”