into the land of dubiously canon teenagers with giant robots.

[Exhibit A: for whatever reason, a certain blonde has been exempt from the routine practice flights, and pulled into more private sessions. Should someone come looking for her for some answer to this, they will find her cornered by a teacher in the hanger, near a standard suit that has had...are those fucking wings attached to it?

The teacher does not appear to be talking about wings, and Signe looks about fifteen seconds from stabbing him, but given she's been backed against a wall and sort of pinned there, she...might require an intervention.]