Does she feel worse?

Has blowing her way through drywall or sandbag-dummies or holo-targets ever made her feel better?

Carolina wrangles herself inward, sitting introspective mind down like a parent strong-holding their child into completing homework. And the child, insisting they know everything; that they'd be wasting time by putting pencil to paper, obliging useless questions with useless answers—

So why am I sitting through this elementary classroom bullshit—

Connie's right.

She follows silently, shaking drywall dust from her fist.

Harmonic droning from the stage grows louder.