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Crossed arms and a firm glance drew Sukarma's attention and with it her gaze. Dissonance building in her head proves a foundation quite weak. Though she looks for what Reyna sees a dense facial recognition in her damaged core cannot. Just a passing familiarity strikes Sukarma of the people coming near. Was that the enforcer Cormine she saw earlier? Ill feeling squirms into yellow tentacles as grey from the tips. Something about the men had meaning but it slip through her grasp with the grey itself. As the men approach the need to see people she knows pushes it out.

Sukarma squints at people in front of her as if unable to see them clear. Squints finally rest on armored individuals where her smile expands shimmers of impending color. She raises her hand waving at the nearest group while her skin flushes yellow pink pattern.

"Officer Cormine! Is that you? I found a friend!", she calls over with a faint hesitance in her voice.

Reyna could see the red first-aid backpack she wore emblazoned with a large green square. In it a white cross of two rectangles. There was a slot in the aluminum links just below the backpack. An elastic spring coiled around the split as if meant to stretch open.