[ Too close for comfort is right. York's ready for it, or so she thinks -- she's been on a dozen missions that went wrong since the accident, and plenty before that -- but as she staggers back from the blast half a second too late, and the blast flares up in her visor too close for comfort, she freezes. Only for a second, but she freezes.
She's not hurt, not by the incendiary, but it was so close she could feel the heat through her visor, and instantly, she thinks of that day in the training room. Nobody was supposed to be using live rounds that day, let alone grenades -- she'd been dazed, but she remembers what it'd felt like when the grenade blast punched through her visor. So hot she'd lost feeling in half her face in the moment. It hadn't hurt until later.
She jerks, flinching, staggering back a few steps, rifle at the ready, searching for a target, but -- no. The last adjutant's already dead, its head not-so-neatly splattered with Garrus's incendiary fire. York lowers her rifle and shakes her head, doesn't realize she's breathing heavy till speaks. ]
LET ME KNOW IF THIS IS OKAY it just seemed like a good opportunity :'D
She's not hurt, not by the incendiary, but it was so close she could feel the heat through her visor, and instantly, she thinks of that day in the training room. Nobody was supposed to be using live rounds that day, let alone grenades -- she'd been dazed, but she remembers what it'd felt like when the grenade blast punched through her visor. So hot she'd lost feeling in half her face in the moment. It hadn't hurt until later.
She jerks, flinching, staggering back a few steps, rifle at the ready, searching for a target, but -- no. The last adjutant's already dead, its head not-so-neatly splattered with Garrus's incendiary fire. York lowers her rifle and shakes her head, doesn't realize she's breathing heavy till speaks. ]
Looks like we're all clear here.