12-03-2013, 06:09 PM
Trano was far more focused than Reed had anticipated. He jumped, startled, when she spoke and a flashbang swallowed her head with light and sound. Instinct flung an arm across her face; for all the good it did.
The next thing she knew, she was shaking out her head and blinking away the sting in her eyes. She refused to give in to panic, but she swore to Lucifer that if Trano deaf and dumbed her, she'd scalp him with the dullest butterknife in the kitchen.
Light returned first. Then a buzzing in her ear that was more annoying than the roaring silence before. But at least both were good signs.
She rubbed her eyes with two thumbs. There went her 'professional makeup look' for the day. A few minutes and she was mostly herself again, "You alright?" She asked as though appeasing a mandatory gesture rather than in sincere concern. There was a searing heat in her eyes that said she might just scalp Trano anyway just to see what the top of his skull looked like. "You really need to suck less at this magic stuff, Trano." She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe. In no apparent hurry to fully enter and check on his welfare in any greater detail than she could see from the distance.
To get to brass tacks. "I don't like your new friend, and I certainly don't trust that guy. You shouldn't either." A brow lifted. "I want you to tell me what you two are cooking up for this trip. My plate's kind of full in case you didn't notice, and I won't be compromising our mission just to save his puckered ass. You're my key, not him."
The next thing she knew, she was shaking out her head and blinking away the sting in her eyes. She refused to give in to panic, but she swore to Lucifer that if Trano deaf and dumbed her, she'd scalp him with the dullest butterknife in the kitchen.
Light returned first. Then a buzzing in her ear that was more annoying than the roaring silence before. But at least both were good signs.
She rubbed her eyes with two thumbs. There went her 'professional makeup look' for the day. A few minutes and she was mostly herself again, "You alright?" She asked as though appeasing a mandatory gesture rather than in sincere concern. There was a searing heat in her eyes that said she might just scalp Trano anyway just to see what the top of his skull looked like. "You really need to suck less at this magic stuff, Trano." She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe. In no apparent hurry to fully enter and check on his welfare in any greater detail than she could see from the distance.
To get to brass tacks. "I don't like your new friend, and I certainly don't trust that guy. You shouldn't either." A brow lifted. "I want you to tell me what you two are cooking up for this trip. My plate's kind of full in case you didn't notice, and I won't be compromising our mission just to save his puckered ass. You're my key, not him."