[Still not fully trusting the evidence of her senses--any of them--Nita hovers for a moment before landing (it's the only way she can be at eye level without carrying around a milk crate) and blowing through the hand on her shoulder to give him a rib-cracking hug.]
Namor!
[She is so not crying, okay.]
...If you're a Skrull I'm totally going to kill you.
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Namor!
[She is so not crying, okay.]
...If you're a Skrull I'm totally going to kill you.