[The Big Sister ignores both the woman’s protests and the fallen helmet, instead focused entirely on searching her arm for track marks. Her frown only deepens when she finds none. She releases the woman with a huff. A splicer without any ADAM? It doesn’t make sense. She glares down at the woman’s arm for a few more seconds and then meets her gaze. The Big Sister’s lips move as if in speech:]
No ADAM?
[At least, that’s what she tries to say. The words are all but lost in a strange gurgle that sounds like a cross between air bubbling up through liquid and metal grating against itself. If the woman focuses on the movement of the Big Sister’s lips, however, she may be able to decipher what she’s saying.]
no subject
No ADAM?
[At least, that’s what she tries to say. The words are all but lost in a strange gurgle that sounds like a cross between air bubbling up through liquid and metal grating against itself. If the woman focuses on the movement of the Big Sister’s lips, however, she may be able to decipher what she’s saying.]