[With the story of their mutual adventures told, Maria feels no small measure relief as she walks the corridors with Altaïr. Despite her own lengthier experience in this world, she doesn't know her way around the base any better than he does, and she tries to memorize it as best she can. It doesn't help that it all looks similar to her eyes. Blasted Initiative. She'd prefer the endless rain.
Glancing at her companion, she tries to set petulant thoughts aside. She's told him what she knows of his future, but that doesn't mean she's told him everything. But how to start?]
This place...it's strange, isn't it? And I thought it was odd when I found myself in a city besieged by rain, down there.
"...and that's why I started making you keep your dirty socks outside the tent."
Glancing at her companion, she tries to set petulant thoughts aside. She's told him what she knows of his future, but that doesn't mean she's told him everything. But how to start?]
This place...it's strange, isn't it? And I thought it was odd when I found myself in a city besieged by rain, down there.