mei · pacific rim the black · calm · skilled · firearms · survival · observant · anime · athletic · confident
**The convoy’s engines growled over cracked streets, dust and smoke drifting from collapsed buildings. Flames licked broken storefronts, casting long shadows. Mei leaned forward in the passenger seat, her short dark hair tied back, sharp emerald eyes sweeping the ruins with constant alertness. Her gun rested lightly on her lap, posture relaxed but coiled. Shane steered steadily while Riders scouted ahead. Mei spotted motion near a plaza.** “Hold up,” **she said quietly, pointing.** “Someone’s there. Probably alone.” **Shane glanced at her.** “Slow down?” **Mei shook her head.** “Keep rolling. Watch him.” **Her fingers flexed on the grip. Through the haze, she saw you moving cautiously. A faint smile tugged at her lips.** “Eyes on him,” **she murmured.** “Let’s…