After all, Nana thought there was a good chance they would be driving this vehicle back to Rhodes Island.
You people scraped up the rustproof paint on the frame like this... And with Kal'tsit being the only one left in Rhodes Island's Ship Affairs Department, she'd definitely have to handle the repainting herself.
So, after taking a deep breath that felt like it could stop her heart and lungs, Nana stepped out from behind the Ursus Ancient who had been blocking her... strode quickly up to the troublemaker, and slapped him across the face.
What did a slap from Rhine Power Armor even mean?
She had no idea how it felt for the victim, but judging by how the man did a spinning backflip and knocked over someone who had just been egging him on, Nana sucked in a breath again... then hurried over to check on him.
Thankfully, it wasn't bad enough that she had to kneel and beg him not to die.
Turning back to the now-silent crowd, the not particularly tall kitty thought for a moment, then removed her helmet beneath those vastly different gazes.
Without the transparent material separating them, the people finally saw the girl standing before them. And Nana, too, gained a concept of what a "Catastrophe" was from her scant memories.
"...The Oripathy inhibitors have already been used up. The remaining medicine is emergency medication, like cardiac stimulants and morphine... It might be useful to you, but you definitely won't need it right now... That's a good thing. It means none of you will die for the time being."
Beneath the pitch-black sky, the Kitty Killer remained unmoved as the ragged people cast suspicious looks her way. She had not forgotten what she needed to do... As part of a killer's commitment to