Snippet #2647168

Not even a minute later, a certain hybrid had sauntered in, as casual as if it was just a normal day around base, where no one was at each other’s throats- at least, not more than they usually were. Her voice reflected this, smooth, with the usual undertone of snark going along with it.

“The hell you’d do to piss her off so much? Could hear her yellin’ from five rooms over, there.” Of course, that was a bit of an overstatement; Stride had merely been passing through the halls at the time, having left the medical bay shortly after determining that she had no real use there. After all, the most medical knowledge she had was regarding the basics of “do this, and keep your small intestine from slipping out of you like undercooked pasta”. Her contributions would most likely, just result in her getting in the way of people with some semblance of what to do.

Besides, there were still a few things that needed to be taken care of, and it was through this reasoning that Stride progressed through the halls, towards the room she had last seen Issac enter. As such, it didn’t take much effort on her part to pick up on the frustrated shouting from a certain sorceress, catch sight of her storming off to who-knew-where. While others may have gone after her in pursuit, Stride wasn’t one for honeyed words and comforts, and, as such, chose not to follow.

The risk of Christina lashing out at her for her efforts was somewhat of a factor, as well, so she was content to merely go about doing things as she usually would.

As things stood, it wouldn’t hurt much to ask what in cold hell he had been doing.