Your human mind cannot handle what it is like to be fully Jaeger, she says gently, waiting a few moments until she is fully disengaged from the locks that held her still. She takes a tentative step outwards, then another, careful in her pace. The area is clear – it had been all morning though if it wasn’t before, Gipsy’s movement ensured that it is now. A jaeger moving is no small thing – literally or figuratively.

But that is a taste. I am sorry I cannot show you more. Because truly, it is magnificent. She truly regrets that they have to hold back on some things – because she would like him to experience it.

She finds the Drift to be a strange and fickle thing; allowing freedom in thoughts and emotion and sensation – from human to human and human to machine and vice versa. She feels what they feel – everything is shared and so little holds barred.

Save…this. And pain. Pain and anguish – she shields her pilots from that as much as she can, otherwise, they will be overwhelmed and can end up chasing rabbits while Gipsy is left scrambling to try and force them to regain control. Otherwise, severe damage is probable.