Maybe the saddest part about being below someone, light streaming dim down through pinpoints in manhole cover, was that it meant looking up everything was in silhouette. Otherwise, Titan probably would have had a nice view. The half smile stayed though, since once she was up all the way and stayed near, it meant his whole way up was made less arduous.
Skirts and kilts were wonderful things. And escaping a sewer gave a man plenty reason to wear a quiet, considering half-smile anyway. The actual physical escaping was a bit of a squeeze again, not unlike remembering birth- he had to lift his arms through first to roll up his shoulders enough to actually push through, then scrape all his chest and back to drag through with full metal-skin contact around his ribs. He vaguely wished he had his shirt back, but that would require either losing more uniform to force the hand of the magic, something he didn't really want to pursue, or powering down and then back up, which he wouldn't do.
" A friend?" He said it doubtfully. When she seemed off-put, almost nervous, he looked without hesitating. If it were Obsidian, he had that effect on people and seemed of habit to just appear places. If it were a youma, or another lieutenant, they might be apt to just attack a senshi, and she would need to be ushered behind him for safety.
Strickenized
