You stop fighting the instinct and stretch your arm out, all six fingers feeling the wind weave around them. Your smile grows and you lean foreword.
"Woah," Soldier Shelley slows down and holds you closer with both arms. "Careful, Cadet. I need to keep my balance."
>A. "Sorry."
>B. "Why?"
>C. "What's a Cadet?"
>D. ______
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