*She reached the woman and read what she had written. Now that she was closer, she could see that Sapphire’s eyes were slate colored and that the skin— [i]fur[/i] she showed seemed to have quite a few scars of varying sizes.* *She seemed to debate her own actions before awkwardly sitting down in the grass, her body not quite turned toward the woman. She sat up straight, her posture stiff.* [u]I don’t run simulations of my home. I’m not going back. I practice fighting for this world. I’ve tried practicing with actual people, but they left before we were even done talking.[/u] *Her tone had changed now. Though she hadn’t said much before, it sounded much more natural than now. She spoke like someone who shouldn’t have joined the improv club.*