[attr="class","mila2"] "Wow. That was - wow."

[break][break] Battling was not Mila's strongsuit. In fact, it was why she was barely a trainer at all, except for the times that she had to complete her regular check-ins with Raziel Beckett just to make sure that she was fulfilling her quota. Though she'd technically graduated from the program, there were still details and regulations she had to comply with to complete her registration.

[break][break] And there was just something about the Ranger name that opened doors. Or proved to be a convenient lie, like this one.

[break][break] "That was pretty impressive," she said, trying not to sound too much like it. "But let's clean you up, shall we? Dior, will you?"

[break][break] The HATTERENE jingled with purple-blue light, before a PSYCHIC aimed to tug the wetness from both girls' outfits, making them perfectly dry for when they walked through the rest of the facility.

[break][break] Thanks to June Fair's heroic intervention (read: June being in the wrong spot at the wrong time and not her), Mila escaped the ordeal that was whatever was going on with June's outfit.

[break][break] "Mm," she clicked the roof of her mouth. "I think it's a start."

[break][break] Reaching into her sidebag, Mila was quick to pull out a small notebook. She flipped open to a page in the middle, taking a fuschia-pink colored pen and beginning to sketch an idea — a flowering, watery dress that looked like a much more eloquent version of what she believed to be June's outfit.

[break][break] "Thanks a lot for this, by the way," she said off-handedly, trying to make idle conversation, but at the same time trying to figure out if she could find anything else out. "What is this place anyway?"

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[attr="class","ooc"] june sleigh

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[attr="class","mila2"] "It is?"

[break][break] A Ranger-temp HQ, huh?

[break][break] Mila didn't know whether to believe it or not, but it suited her goals so it wasn't like she was going to complain about it either way.

[break][break] She cocked a smile. "I guess I should've gone to the last meeting, then."

[break][break] Then again, she'd missed a million and one meetings, getting recently wrapped in Gunner Graves like she did.

[break][break] She blinked.

[break][break] "What? Runaway?" She frowned, pressing pen to pad. "We just got here."

[break][break] Much like with everything else, Mila didn't seem to be in a rush.

[break][break] Either ignoring or being wholly unaware of the imminent danger that obviously existed here.

[attr="class","ooc"] june sleigh

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