"Do you usually run em alone? I know I do now and then, but I have more fun with others."

Especially when it came to inventing strategies on the fly and improvising. Killian lived for it.

The Gamma would rise to her feet and walk alongside her comrade.

"Shouldn't take you too long to adjust."

— In one swift motion, the Gamma snapped the lighter shut, snuffing out the fire with ease.

She ran her thumb alongside the edge of where the cover met with the rest of the lighter, indulging in the residual heat left behind.

Once again, Killian is struck by a compelling urge— The need to satiate the tension settling in her body.

Flick. Click. Ignite.

The warmth of the flame is inviting and she holds her fingers over the small flame. She watches as it flickered before her, licking around her cuticles.

—

— Perhaps she should do so more often.

"Might as well try and stay active where we can, yeah?"

"The more, the merrier. Especially when wrecking shite for the hell of it."

She'd turn the matchbox over in her hands twice more before putting it back into her pocket.

Sure, she'd thought about looking around and browsing through the available sims before. —

"Aye, that much is true, I dunnae how he can do it, I'd lose my head tryna stay still."

At mention of the potentially challenging simulations, Killian appeared to perk up, sliding her matchbox closed.

"I wouldn't mind taking a gander to see what they've got up their sleeves for it."

— Killian has something of a love-hate relationship with the simulations, it just has something missing from it.

"I will say for one thing, the sims have lots of options and customizations."

"Nothing impending, no. Bloody bastards sure like to coop us all up though."

A small shrug of the shoulders followed, the flame descended down towards her fingertips, feeling the heat briefly before it went out.

"Maybe, running sims is better than nothing at all. Could always set something up."

—

"Just stuck, might need to blow something up, or start a fire, or both."

Her gaze flickered towards Kaja, the Gamma striking another match as she held it between her fingers.

"Head's buzzing too much to focus on drawing up any new ideas for my prosthetics."

The Gamma is seemingly restless.

After spending some time pacing back and forth, she's resorted to getting out her matchbox to satiate her impulses.

She strikes a match, watching as the flame devours the entirity of the matchstick, burning down and out between her fingers.

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