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People who know Makita will recognize that look on her face. Of course the stack of weaponry spread out across her usual table might also be something of a hint.

There's currently an RKG-41 broken down on the table and she's running a wire brush around the inside of the firing chamber. Her movements are precise, but she looks ever so slightly distracted.

Time to go home.

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"Makita?" Tanya can not hide a sigh of relief. She was afraid she had lost another friend to the vagaries of Milliways.

Makita glances up and grins just a bit. "Hey, Tanya. How've you been?"

"I... have been better. How are you?" She moves over, giving her friend a light hug.

The hug is returned somewhat absently as Makita's attention is focused on her weapons. "Getting ready to head home for a bit." If she weren't distracted she'd probably ask Tanya what was going on.

"I guessed." Tanya smiles a bit, looking over the weapons. "You have almost a platoon worthy of guns here..."

She is fairly impressed.

"You can never have too many guns," Makita says softly, her tone that of someone repeating an oft-heard piece of advice.

"Or too much ammo... or too many dry socks." Tanya agrees with that, guns are what decide battles in the end. "I wish we had some mammoth tanks on our side."

"Armor's too slow," Makita complains. "In Bahamut it's mostly just a big metal target."

"Mammoths are slow, true, but with the machinegun turrets and missile launchers, they are mobile artillery platforms, not normal tanks. And they are never alone to be targets, there is always a platoon or two of infantry moving along." Tanya makes a face. "But the Soviets have speed too, with their MiG jets. Ah well."

"I think I'll stick with what I've got," Makita shrugs easily.

"Oh, I could not get one for you anyway... Way too big to bring across the door." She grins a bit.

Makita snickers, "Yeah, that could be a problem."

"So..." Tanya gets serious again. "You are going back soon."

Tanya would be lieing if she did not say she felt like not going back a few times.

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"It's that time again already?"

Goldy eases herself into an adjacent chair, armed with a dirty martini and a now rueful expression.

"Yep," Makita says distractedly. Then her hands still and she looks up with a hint of an impish grin. "Hey, Goldy."

It's hard to stay sad in the face of that grin. Goldy shows her a smirk for her troubles.

"Hi Skeeter. I don't suppose you need an immortal sniper for this trip?"

"Nah," Makita smirks right back. "Things have been quiet, I doubt there'll be much to shoot at."

Goldy cants her head over curiously. She doesn't really buy that.

"If that's really the case, why are you going back?"

"Well, quiet for Bahamut isn't all that quiet, you know." Then a light blush settles onto Makita's cheeks. "And... I've... got some people to see?"

"Ah haaah!" Goldy says, enlightened now. "Now the truth comes out."

She chuckles at Makita's rarely displayed girlishness and gives her hair a ruffle. (Which in turn reminds her to give said mop another makeover before she leaves.)

"Would one of these people happen to be the fabled Proto?"

Makita's thinking about said fabled young man and doesn't even offer a pro-forma protest. The blush deepens quite noticeably, "Yeah," her voice is soft.

Goldy becomes all smiles and fondness.

"Aww. Young love. I'm torn between vomiting in disgust and melting at the cute."

Makita looks up at Goldy and quirks an eyebrow in challenge, "You're just jealous."

Yep. That must be it.

Goldy laughs.

"Wow. You know me sooo well. To be in a committed loving relationship is the only thing I've ever really wanted in my life. I only sleep with so many people because I'm looking for The One."

She sighs, feigning dejection.

"Sadly, he or she still eludes me. So I'm just going to have to keep having lots of random sex."