[It does to these two, at least. Thida turns at the plop of ink, eyes widening, and when Thaum reforms as someone much more familiar to her, things click in her head. The familiar brusque voice, the charger, their confrontation in the plaza...sure, he's not the one who got her thrown in here, but he'd pushed her patience enough to be left open to that jerk who wouldn't stop insulting her and her squad.
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Thida tenses.]
How...?