[A flash of something orange out of the corner of her eye is not what Hornet wants to see. For all her life, orange has meant danger, and a month(?) spent in a world apparently devoid of infection has not dulled that reflex.]
[She turns, needle poised to lash out at the perceived danger. Unfortunately, she's just a little too close to the edge, and what she expects to be stable footing turns out to be empty air. She yelps, pinwheeling inelegantly before falling entirely off the roof. There goes that brooding session.]
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[She turns, needle poised to lash out at the perceived danger. Unfortunately, she's just a little too close to the edge, and what she expects to be stable footing turns out to be empty air. She yelps, pinwheeling inelegantly before falling entirely off the roof. There goes that brooding session.]