[“Captive.” Caitlyn’s fingers don’t dig, but Armin may notice an abrupt stiffness at that word, as though it hadn’t occurred to her to frame their predicament in such a way. It had, of course, the moment she woke up. Still…
[They’re not at loss for options yet. The room is nondescript; four walls, a floor, a ceiling. Again, no sign of a door, any other means out or in. The physical stimulis to which this environment responds, however, is apparently more abstract.
[She’s about to muse on this aloud until the question roars back, demanding focus in a quiet voice.
[Breath in. Out, through her mouth. A marksman doesn’t falter, and her expression doesn’t change. She looks to his face again.]
What were you doing before we spoke? [Voice kept light. There’s no need to dig—physically. Unsaid, between steady lines: Would someone have reason to trap you?]
they’re never actually gonna fuckin figure this out are they
[“Captive.” Caitlyn’s fingers don’t dig, but Armin may notice an abrupt stiffness at that word, as though it hadn’t occurred to her to frame their predicament in such a way. It had, of course, the moment she woke up. Still…
[They’re not at loss for options yet. The room is nondescript; four walls, a floor, a ceiling. Again, no sign of a door, any other means out or in. The physical stimulis to which this environment responds, however, is apparently more abstract.
[She’s about to muse on this aloud until the question roars back, demanding focus in a quiet voice.
[Breath in. Out, through her mouth. A marksman doesn’t falter, and her expression doesn’t change. She looks to his face again.]
What were you doing before we spoke? [Voice kept light. There’s no need to dig—physically. Unsaid, between steady lines: Would someone have reason to trap you?]