[ Probably several. Definitely several. Cali lets out a sharp puff a breath, struggling with herself. She wants to run, but she wants to stay. She wants to back up, but she wants to reach out. She'd almost broken his arm just now, and … for what? All because he'd turned a corner too fast and tripped into her? She doesn't know how he can be so calm about it. ]
[ (because he's Puma; because he, more than most, understands a Freelancer's reflexes.) ]
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[ (because he's Puma; because he, more than most, understands a Freelancer's reflexes.) ]
... Maybe. We'll see. No promises.