Akari made a gagging sound from across the room, though her emerald eyes held fondness rather than genuine disgust. "You're all being disgustingly supportive. It's making me nauseous."
"You helped Skylar pick out her outfit yesterday," Emi pointed out with the kind of memory for details that made her such an effective healer.
"That was fashion advice, not emotional vulnerability."
"You spent two hours making sure her combat suit fit properly."
Akari's tan skin flushed slightly, betraying the care she tried to hide behind sarcasm. "Details."
Carmen laughed, the sound rich and knowing and slightly drunk. "Kids. You're all disasters and I love it." She checked her watch, which was expensive enough to buy a small car and probably had. "Five minutes. Move your asses."
