
Newton crosses her arms, takes a deep breath and composes herself. Accidents happen. Sometimes.Â
'It's... It's fine. Just don't do it again.' She then looks at the man who is currently being used as strategic cover. A familiar enough face from the Grindstone, although she couldn't quite recall his name. 'Sir, is this your box? If it is, then please don't let it be used for projectile assaults in future.'
'It's... It's fine. Just don't do it again.' She then looks at the man who is currently being used as strategic cover. A familiar enough face from the Grindstone, although she couldn't quite recall his name. 'Sir, is this your box? If it is, then please don't let it be used for projectile assaults in future.'