[Something inside her breaks. Lindianne clings back for a moment as fiercely as she dares. Her shoulders shake in the darkness. No sound escapes her lips. Whatever fear and terror this woman faced is echoed back twofold. Both of them are survivors of Hell; surely this moment can be spared for comfort's sake.]

[Surely this can be enough. It has to be. It will be.]

[Lindianne shushes her as quietly as she dares. One wrong sound and the entire mission could go wrong. She won't have Neptune's blood on her hands. Not if she can help it. She pulls back to arms length after a moment, blinking furiously. Her eyes sting. Her voice, thank God, is steady.]

I won't. But you can't come with me. If things go wrong, I'm not letting you get shot. We're going to get you out here. I promise.

[She pulls away. But she leaves the jacket behind. It's a shabby thing after months of wear, but it'll keep her safe and warm. The game face breaks for a moment into a pained smile.]

Keep the jacket for now, okay? For luck.

[When she turns back to Rabbit, Lindianne drops the smile. Go time.]

Neptune One, Wraith. Second story. Civilians present. Watch your fire.