[Mikoto huffs, her shoulders slumping slightly. She (secretly) appreciates the reassurances, but she can't help but feel it's a little late to make amends for nearly unleashing 'holy' hell upon the compound.] I...think they know better now, but I'll be sure to keep that in mind. And I'd say your definition of 'worried' is pretty lax. Just so long as he doesn't try to bodyslam me again.

[The guy looked honestly about to kill her, but she supposed they were probably chummy, or at least on equal terms, as he referred to Baroona by name in lieu of rank----unlike the other mercs. Kuroko was just as extreme toward Baroona, if not even more so.

She finds herself wishing she were here, even though she'd have only made things worse with her teleporting. But at least...she wouldn't feel so...out of place.

Mikoto didn't blame Baroona for being so apprehensive and wary during his own visit now. She turns pink as he ruffles her hair, giving him her usual flat look.] I'm honored, 'Sub-Commander.' [She makes 'quote-unquote' gestures with her fingers. Why is he smiling so damn much? It's making her feel...strangely self-conscious. Needless to say, she doesn't look all that different, either; her hair's gotten a bit longer. Her face looks slightly less rounded. She's filled out just a smidge.

Letting out a 'tsk,' she shakes her head in mock exasperation.] You might have a higher rank, but you haven't changed, either.

[However, that fades away to frowning as she spots his new scars.

You just never catch a break, huh?

That means he's had more brushes with death. Worriment gradually takes a seat in the pit of her stomach, but outwardly, she simply arches her eyebrows, twirling her finger at him.]

Still getting yourself into trouble, I see.

[She throws her hands up.]

And that is why I never stop asking myself---what am I going to do with you?