Not really because home was busy, but it was the busy of action -- of conflict resurfacing after decades that had drawn Wren out.,
When the Stardroids came originally they brought a yoke of destruction, and it was only by some miracle they didn't win -- some snip of luck that led to a team stopping them... But times changed. Technology changed, and even the very lives on earth changed. They lacked the things that helped, and while some hands were around, more had to help. More had to come.
At least, Wren did, or so her mind had told her. The gynoid bridge was yuoung yet -- at best mentally an adult, but still young, and she deciuded while outright conflict may not be her strength like Forte, sneaking and quieter tactics might be... And... Well, these were aliens, maybe they were worried and needed the plane4t but weren't asking nicely? The thought spurred her to sneak, popping around to find the Stardroid leader, Terra, while everyone focused on the main assault -- even her beloved kin. She didn't want scolded by him especially for Trying Another Way, so when she did sight the greenette, she tried to be as unthreatening as possible, creeping close with big blue eyes before attempting to position herself to look calm and cool...
Only to slip, yelp, and fall on him with the grace of a drunken elk, earning a surprised gasp from her vas she wiggled to liberate herself from the top of the larger andr5oid.
"Aaahhh! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! ThAT WASN'T HOW i WANTED TO APPROACH i'M SORRYYYY!"
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wren how old are you child.
