When Yuna finds Hana standing in the kitchen with a bag of chips in hand and a vacant expression, she promptly puts the grocery bags down and makes her way straight to the common room, refusing to go inside the twilight zone.
"Oh, hey Yuna," Jae-eun calls out from his armchair, where he's fiddling with his phone in front of the frozen TV frame - can't say she knows the movie. "You seen Hana? She went to get snacks like, five minutes ago?"
"Yeah, she's in the kitchen. Might take her some time."
This steals the boy's attention from his phone entirely. They lock eyes, and Yuna nods to the unspoken question. They've all seen Hana freeze at some point or another. At least once for certain, when the girl's mech froze mid-air in training exercise, boosters on, where it then hung for two minutes.
"Oh."
An awkward silence hangs above the room as Yuna throws her jacket off and falls into her own armchair.
"Do you think-"
"No." She doesn't think. It's a hard-earned skill and even so, a stray word can have her mental walls crumble like tissue paper. People are hardwired to think and overthink things, even those, maybe especially those they'd rather not think about at all.
"Right. Sorry."
"Don't mention it." Really. Don't. "What were you guys watching?"
The boy gets as far as opening his mouth to reply before Hana staggers into the room. By which Yuna means to say she pops into existence in a few places on the path Yuna just walked, before stopping before her armchair with the same vacant expression she sported in the kitchen, but now equipped with a bowl of chips with some melted cheese and sauce on top for the maximum unhealthiness possible, as is her wont. She's never seen Hana make anything for herself but fatty trash.
The two other pilots remain likewise frozen in their seats for a few seconds, before the more experienced of the pair in all matters Hana forcefully pushes through the stifling tension now hanging in the air.
"So, how far you guys in?"
Jae-eun visibly startles, pulled from somewhere deep in his thoughts back into the waking world.
"Uh, like 3 minutes?"
"Good enough. I'm in." Hana has a good taste in movies, and it is the girl's choice, Yuna knows, because for it to be otherwise he'd have to beat her in a game from the rotation which so happens to be Osu this week. Them are the rules. So far, they've only scored consistent victories playing Scrabble. "Actually, you mind waiting a sec? I left the groceries out since Hana was using the kitchen."
"Sure, I guess. We're still waiting anyway."
With one last look at her unresponsive teammate, Yuna retreads her steps to the kitchen to put the groceries in the fridge. She'd seen Hana unfreeze on a few occasions, and prefers not to stand in the line of fire. Most of the time Hana will simply startle and start swearing up a storm. Sometimes she will move around while still seemingly immobile, like a statue moving around on wheels. Other times she will snap into action like a superhero speedster, condensing anything between seconds to minutes worth of movement into a space between on heartbeat and the next.
It's in case of the third possibility that Yuna prefers not to stay around the younger girl when she becomes like this. She is… fairly certain Hana is moving at terminal velocities when that happens. She'd rather not test that assumption by standing in Hana's way.
It only takes a moment to put the food away and come back to find both her teammates now splayed out in their armchairs, the bowl of chips on the ground between them.
"(づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ hey Yuna (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ"
The girl somehow flashes her a smile in spite of stuffing her face at the very same time, then ever so slightly pushing the bowl her way.
"u want some?"
Yuna does, in fact, want some. After all, it's not like her diet can be any worse for her health than the rest of her life already is.
