Which made an exceedingly awkward time to come to the forefront of the crocodile morph's mind, pulling the animal under control even as her thrashing wasn't entirely instinctual. Collette raced through what she knew, making herself go still against the crocodile's every instinctual urge.
For one, there was a clamp around her mouth, and she knew that cut down a lot of the crocodile's offensive power. For another, she was still in the hospital, and no one had come at her with a shotgun aimed between her eyes.
They'd just, you know, gone Buckaroo Bonzai on her.
< Woah! > she called out, keeping her thought speak channel aimed solely at the person on her back. < This croc ride is strictly by invitation only! You must be approximately a really good friend to ride. >
Delivered with laughter behind her tone, since it was a joke, if perhaps a poor one. (Not perhaps, Collette. It's terrible!)
< Or drowning, but I'm not sure anyone drowning would want to hang on to a croc if they saw what was coming for them. I'm good! I promise, no more thrashing around or taking out the... oh. That was the IV pole, wasn't it? Oops... >
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For one, there was a clamp around her mouth, and she knew that cut down a lot of the crocodile's offensive power. For another, she was still in the hospital, and no one had come at her with a shotgun aimed between her eyes.
They'd just, you know, gone Buckaroo Bonzai on her.
< Woah! > she called out, keeping her thought speak channel aimed solely at the person on her back. < This croc ride is strictly by invitation only! You must be approximately a really good friend to ride. >
Delivered with laughter behind her tone, since it was a joke, if perhaps a poor one. (Not perhaps, Collette. It's terrible!)
< Or drowning, but I'm not sure anyone drowning would want to hang on to a croc if they saw what was coming for them. I'm good! I promise, no more thrashing around or taking out the... oh. That was the IV pole, wasn't it? Oops... >