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      “Experiments? You mean… the Titans, ma’am—?" a quiver, spunk wavering in entirety upon bringing their name into articulation. 

Leaving no room for the new recruit to state any objections, another victim therein was mentally augmented to the major's list of assistants."I was previously on my way to the courtyard before coming into contact with you, so..." Here the major took a second to forcefully calm one's features before proceeding to speak; stressing her inquiry with utmost importance. "I suppose we should hurry and get a move on, no? " Brisk movements of a nearly shaking hand didn't falter to capture the younger's wrist, body turning toward the doorway; a course already embedded for them.

 The clattering of teeth made her apprehension apparent; the corners of the femme’s lips twitched spasmodically with a saturated fear held within her eyes, glimpsing back upon radiant spectacles. Hesitate where her choice of words as fear took hold and trembled, "—I’m sorry… ma’a… am, I didn’t… didn’t mean to intrude, I… couldn’t help… myself— Please don’t make me do the run, please… please, please!”

"BUT!" Of course though, the major had only been seriously joking, Twas a trite before the real fun began. "Since I like your guts," Rapid muscles then headed to flex -- an arm now over the younger's shoulder, another moved to pat the stomach that ever so led the other to take such a risky move as this -- bringing the major close enough to add another optional form of penance. "I'd like to give you the chance to help me in my experiments instead. What do you say?"

   any wish, what would it be?  

Timid where faint chords, lightened by the fair radiance of youth and greeting. Placid features upon the student, digits wrapping around the ends of silken sleeves. A kick in her shoots against a tapping motion upon the ground. She had never seen an influx of tourists? From here, she had guessed that would be the case for this threading connection of oddities. Ah, but Kaname Madoka had witnessed a great deal of discording scenes in past events. Realities dim retrospective thrown off course, dimming deeper in abyssal ties to modern life. Prepared for any phantasm visage— tested so by the very existed of magic and miracles still. 

"Ah, I guess I am." Blinking profusely, confusion bloomed behind observing corneas, countenance searching all lengths of vision to come upon the towering wall -- but to no avail did it stand. Just a moment ago had she trekked the grounds of recons repository in order to fetch a previous volume on military gains; to further approve or disprove one of her latest theories and now almost instantaneously did she transition from familiar surroundings to unknown territory; her mind uncomprehending such a jump of locations. In midst of hypothesizing upon new environments (albeit to blame the previous night's drinking binge or of a sudden fall onto the landscape (as she had previously done once before) causing her to engage in temporary unconsciousness) thus did company give out an inquiry; voice soothing in pitch but tinted with anxiety. Turning on the axis of halted footing, such owner of said vocals came to view and was clad in bright pink clothing -- suspiciously different of that compared to any and all within the walls. The major would not come to judge her character just yet as she seemed harmless enough to her and instead decided to extract as much information from the young girl as she could to sequentially find her way back to headquarters. "--Do you...happen to know where I am?"

  "…?" If one watched closely, they could spot the modest protrudance of flush tiers, mouth formed in a small, square hole as she watches ominously— Thoughts inbound to rising query. Neath besoiled garb eludes the taut strings that one calls muscle, light frame abound the simple intensity of question. She’s simply curious as to what the major would require from her, seeing that many simply took it up upon their own shoulders to question one of higher altitudes; a blond boy whom spoke for intellect and courage.

Guiding back the hand in air to her person, index and pointer then extended to uplift a temple, pressure subduing overworking gears embedded within her brain in order to focus in on exactly what sort of questions to enact upon. "Ahem, you see it's come to my attention that the two of you were childhood friends, am I correct?"

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

“Our revels now are ended. These our actors, as I foretold you, were all spirits and are melted into the air, into thin air; this farce come game becomes evermore ideal. A boy, a woman and a man dressed in something from the pages of a history book — what a strange little group." Pages are crisp; fluttering along with the easing hushed severity that his script induces, only the crimple of blanched folds easing up to flaunt his pale beam. “To what world do I step into? Or is this a trick and I am still standing in the hold of what I hate?"

"To what...world?" An outsider she assumed -- but then the assumption was far from truth. Survival outside the walls bordered .01% -- even less so if alone. With curiosity set ablaze, unintelligible inquiries rapidly fell from buxom folds. "Ah, so you're not from around here? From inside these walls?  I've never met anyone who's descended outside of them -- aside from the titans. How did you survive? Hm--?"

  "Major … ?" Faint murmur preens the once silence, fingers flexing about her side, adjusting to the lack of pressure that once was. The sparse training the soldier had tended to was enough to bloom the day’s sparse events, having none whatsoever to impel. And though it was rare for the scientist to utter importances to the girl, she would still find the same banausic taste drifting upon pallid lips, the firm sullenness coating calm demeanor. A chin tilts downwards, obsidian orbs tangent to the woman’s own, query among them both.

"Sorry for disturbing you --" Inadvertently restless limbs brimmed with passion for the unknown moved about aimlessly, finally settling to cusp the oscillating movement of her chin as she headed her words, "I just wanted to ask you a few questions in regards to..." Here beckoning silence awaited her as mobility of the squad leader ceased. Glistening lenses thus then reflected windowed light of the gradually rising run, obscuring any way of anyone finding true intentions through her own skeptical and battle-worn eyes before femme features smoothly transitioned suspiciously into an amiable smile; a name proceeding to leave subtle folds. "--Eren Jaeger."

  Eyes rise to greet the other, lips pursed with divine silence.

Observing dreary surroundings of deteriorating wood walls within the bunker, passing echos resonated among every corner indicating the position of the titan enthusiast who sought to enact a few harmless inquisitions with well-known comrades to that of the boy who piqued her interest at the moment. Carefully maneuvering throughout the lodging with the presence of a fleeting shadow, bespectacled optics came to lay rest upon the recently acquired soldier of the recon corps, eyebrows uplifting at the revelation to cease all further search. "Ah Mikasa, I found you --Do you have a minute?"

 Without further pause, position stiffed as body became brisk and firm into a dignified fashion in an otherwise obscene scene that had sustained before them. "Pardon my intrusion, Hanji ma’am!" 

Transitioning toward the silhouette within the quarters, nimble phalanges caught hold of the distracted embezzler; the disposition of shoulders tense at the touch, senseless apologies leaving the nervous adolescent. "Ohoho~ Look what I've caught here --a racoon, hm?"