Hano's heel sliced through the air, not meeting the relief of a target, and she turned to see Callum's unscathed, blank expression. She straightened, with the visage of innocence, like she never attacked him in the first place, tilting her head down. The words of Shepard swelled in her heart, and her processor spurred in her brain. Connections were being made, web upon web of possibilities, of social etiquette, of norms and how she broke them. Red. All she saw was red.
And when the girl, her vision melting around her, turned to see Mackenzie with one of the fawni, one of the creatures she loved and wanted nothing more than to greet... Hano backed up, knowing only one thing after so many internal errors, her circuits alight. Fight or flee. She'd already tried the first option, and so the girl backed up, and waving her hands, vanished in a quick burst of light. Dozens of fawni appeared from the bushes, their precautions dispelled, gathering around where she disappeared, sniffing the ground and making small purrs.