quixotically: (surprise ♧ eye contact)
elle days | courier six ([personal profile] quixotically) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_ooc 2016-03-08 04:16 pm (UTC)

... Mom?

'It's me,' he says. 'Mom.' Her confusion is so strong that she's entirely distracted from her alien problem. Instinctively, Elle searches his face for anything familiar, anything at all. But she's got... nothing. Guilt starts to trickle in, growing thorns of pain in her chest. There's no way. There's just no way.

... is there? She --

Bob roars again and slams himself against the door with all of his strength. It jars Elle, almost sends her stumbling away from the door, and she yelps without realizing it. Elle should say something. Anything.

"He -- He won't listen to me," she blurts. Well. Good enough. Deal with the crisis of Bob first, then tackle the whole 'did I have a child before I got shot in the head' dilemma. "I don't know what to do. I don't want to hurt him."

And then: "... shit, I left my pack in there." At least she has Joshua's pistol, hanging from its snakeskin holster on her hip. (It doesn't match with the Moiran uniform, but let's be honest, here, it doesn't exactly match with anything.) But it severely limits her non-lethal options, not... like she has a lot of them to begin with, but still.

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