-- Think on somethin' happy to get us through. My happy thought's Harry. When this is over... I'm gonna bring him to meet you. --

- And you're gonna be /nice/ to him, Daddy... Two of you are gonna get on like a house on fire. You're okay. I know it. I think I'd feel -

-- it if you weren't. We're gonna make it through this. Everything's going to be alright. See you soon, Love Fred

// Solo Alert ~ Incoming.

Don't fret over it. {Offering @CorellianPimp an awkward smile, she shrugged a shoulder, sweeping -- Spike Buffy Summers Jonathan Levinson

- an errant caramel tendril behind her ear} None of us started out heroes. {grinning- @CorellianPimp Spike Buffy Summers Jonathan Levinson

-- widely} Well, except Buffy. And Spike. {nudging Spike} Heck, even when he was eatin' -- @CorellianPimp Buffy Summers Jonathan Levinson

- all those people, he never was rude about it. {firmly} Bein' mannerly is downright -@CorellianPimp Spike Buffy Summers Jonathan Levinson

-- heroic these days. {Peering past @CorellianPimp and Spike, she arched a brow, worry flickering over -- Buffy Summers Jonathan Levinson

-- her face at the duel} Oh dear. {biting her lip} That's just not safety smart. @CorellianPimp Spike Buffy Summers Jonathan Levinson

{mumbling} Oh lordy... {Keen eyes trained on the formation of the approaching battalion, she bit her lip; brow furrowing as she adjusted -

-- the sights on the weary war ship's cannons, determined to give Harry Stamper the best chance of striking the target. The ugly, /ugly/ --

-- target.} {under her breath} Acceleratin' the thrust by adjusting the angle three degrees should take out the engine of that big one --

-- up front. {worriedly} Assumin' that glowy thing-a-ma-bob's their engine. {Head canting towards Clem, she pursed her lips --

-- in thought, nudging her glasses back into place with the tip of her finger.} I'm just guessin'. I mean, it /should/ be. It's the --

-- part of their ship that generates the most heat. {Reaching towards the infrared scanner, she rapped it with her knuckle, not wanting --

-- .Clem to feel left behind.} But it could be runnin' lights, or their gosh darned kitchen for all I know. {Letting out a --

- peal of nervous laughter, eyes widening as it ended in a snort, she grinned Clem, passing #Clem the radio as she positioned -

-- herself behind the targeting controls.} First shot sets the tone. {nodding} One thing's for sure. We are /really/ gonna tick --

-- them off... // Clem Spike Harry Stamper Buffy Summers Jonathan Levinson Andrew Wells