Last spark from the ashes

"Business..." Nike's gaze strays to her closet and the gear she's put away. She's on her feet before Blaze can even follow up with that thought, setting aside the mug atop an otherwise empty crate lid without a second glance. She won't quite cross the dormitory to where her things are kept before the truth comes out. Nike's mouth twists sharply into a frown that's so much more expressive than she usually is.

"Talk?" Blaze doesn't Do talks. Not ones that aren't patrol routes or mission plans or hastily crafted on-the-fly plans for when something doesn't turn out the way she thought it would. Neither she or Blaze are qualified for this sort of thing. Something squeezes painfully at her as she recollects her shameful outburst at the festival. Her jaw tics.

"I. I jeopardized our mission tonight in the Nexus. I should give Aegis and Tarana a full apology for that later. Tomorrow, once they're back."