Fuuka Yamagishi knew just how bad the sight of her was at the moment, from the mussed locks of her short blue hair, to the scuffed shoes on her feet. At any other time, she might have been terribly embarrassed to be spotted by anyone else, but with what was going on up above the surface, there were worse concerns about this whole event. So, being in such an exceedingly disheveled state didn't seem to be so bad, as recent events had been so bad that it didn't seem to be fair to be getting out of this in anywhere near a good state.
A single tear spilled down one of her thin cheeks even as she acknowledged that she should have reported in to the main staff to let them know that she had made it here to Habitat 4. But she couldn't bring herself to do it, seeing as she was there when so many others hadn't managed to. After she had really started to make friends and managed to enjoy a life amongst others of her age, she had lost friends to the horrors of the meteor's impact. Just the idea of someone like Natsuki being left out there all alone when a special effort had been made to rescue Fuuka made the short haired girl ache with a pain that had little to do with physical injury, no matter how it hurt. With everything that had happened, and after the boy who had done so much to help her break her out of her shell had tried to protect humanity from another form of destruction, this had to happen.
That left her creeping around the lower levels of the Habitat, reluctant to let anyone know that she was there. She was thankful to Mitsuru for all that she had done for her, and for the fact that she did have friends who had been saved as well. However, the team that had been sent to recover her had been one of the last ones to make the return trip, and as they had taken her from the coming danger, she had seen what she was leaving behind. Shame filled her for her inability to insist that others... that innocents were being left out there when someone like her was being whisked off to relative safety. And what made it even worse was the fact that being here like this was like a physical manifestation of the shy world that she had inhabited before Mitsuru and the others had become her friends.
A sob escaped her throat as she knew that there wouldn't be a chance that she'd be seeing a boy in headphones coming over to help her, so it would be left to her to do what she could to help those with her.
For Ranma, being confined like this wasn't the sort of thing that he could stomach, but it wasn't like he was getting out any time soon. He was an action guy, and with people in danger in one of the worst events in all history, he wanted nothing more than to go out and do something for them. But he was stuck in here, and was forced to see the impotency that he would have had even if he had been able to directly influence what went on outside. With that being clear, even he couldn't ignore the fact that he couldn't go out without likely failing spectacularly.
All he could do was huddle over a water tap and fill up the bottles that he'd brought with him.
"Damn it," he snarled to himself. "This is damned stupid!"
"Emotional, aren't you," drawled a feminine voice to his side.
Turning to look, he saw a short haired brunette who wore a green jacket over a short skirted school uniform, who stood with one hand on her hip and the other holding her own set of bottles as she looked at him, while:
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