The army had begun filing home through the gate in long obsidian ranks, and half the formation was still buried in their own status windows, when Luna stopped scrolling hers mid-flick.
"Hold the fuck on."
Her finger came up and aimed across the formation at Alexandra like a loaded weapon.
"Blondie. You're level seventy-seven."
"Y-yes?" Alexandra hugged her own elbows, already sensing danger. "Is that... bad?"
"I'm not Kaiden, blondie. You will not get headpats from me while I calmly explain things to you with a deep, manly voice." Luna's arms crossed, and every drop of volume drained out of her voice, leaving only flat judgment behind.
"The cute innocent girl act doesn't work on me. You know damn well that going from level one to seventy-seven in a single afternoon is absurd, and you know even better that doing it without facing a single bottleneck is unheard of."
