Marisa landed with marginally more dignity than she had when she'd crashed in front of Meiling. Her face was a picture of pure confusion, but sheer survival instinct let her keep her mouth shut and not make any noise.
Keeping very quiet, Marisa crawled over to a crack in the wall that let her sort of see the front gate and watched what happened next. Meiling had definitely helped her, but why? Marisa had never given her anything other than grief. She palmed a mushroom grenade, just in case this was some kind of trick, and settled down to watch.
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Marisa landed with marginally more dignity than she had when she'd crashed in front of Meiling. Her face was a picture of pure confusion, but sheer survival instinct let her keep her mouth shut and not make any noise.
Keeping very quiet, Marisa crawled over to a crack in the wall that let her sort of see the front gate and watched what happened next. Meiling had definitely helped her, but why? Marisa had never given her anything other than grief. She palmed a mushroom grenade, just in case this was some kind of trick, and settled down to watch.