The illusion didn't surprise her, frankly she'd expected something of the sort. Better than camo-netting by a long shot, so long as the generators didn't short. Or the projectors overload.
She was remembering far too much to be entirely comfortable. She wasn't even certain she was speaking her-time English anymore, she was just... talking. "How close are we, do you know?" Translation: What are the odds of having to fend off an attack before they left? Because she didn't have to see the camp to know it was more front-line than HQ, everyone's minds were active, on alert, and there were sentries.
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Date: 2012-05-25 05:36 am (UTC)She was remembering far too much to be entirely comfortable. She wasn't even certain she was speaking her-time English anymore, she was just... talking. "How close are we, do you know?" Translation: What are the odds of having to fend off an attack before they left? Because she didn't have to see the camp to know it was more front-line than HQ, everyone's minds were active, on alert, and there were sentries.