This was the first time she'd ever seen 6O confident.
Hands on hips, probably a power pose she picked up from some bad old-world comic book ("mango" or something) or an even worse recording. 9S tried not to look bored out of his skull, leaning against the upsized Flight Unit that would DEFINITELY get them screamed at. Not that any of them gave a shit about the Hangar goons. Even she found herself leaning against Beastlord, jammed into the ground, watching the ancient human vehicle slash through the grass.
Inside, Resistance members held old world weapons uncomfortably jammed against three humanoid figures, half-slagged Machine masks
"Nier-G? Nier-R? I'm Yorha." 6O was unusually terse, taking the grimoires away from the gruff, hulking, frowning figure and the wispy prettyboy that uncomfortably reminded her of 9S, or worse, a machine "life"form. More unusual was the fact 6O managed to do this without flinching or screaming like a little girl.
"They weren't alone," the Resistance member said,
"You don't get to bring friends," 6O said.
"They're not my friends," the younger Nier spat. The other opted for a simple "fuck you'.
"Why would I want that?" By humanity, she sounded like the Commander more and more.
"They were trying to grab your prize. They work for the traitor. The masked android."
2B couldn't hear whatever 6O said. A2 had fallen over as she tried to board the Flight Unit.
For once, 6O stopped trying to be the Commander. Everyone could see her arm start to shake as she hesitated, then yanked the Machine mask off the final "friend".
It was him. The Traitor Android. Everyone in YoRHa knew the strange apparatus over his mouth like the back of their hand.
"If I pull that off, will you die?" 6O said, eyes firmly on the traitor's mask.
"It would be extremely painful..." He didn't have to threaten. She could see 6O start to sweat.
"You're a big android..."
"4U," the traitor android corrected.