( A beat, looking at Steph. Everything was washing over her, dragging like the current, a water barricade against any kind of sound. There were so many people, so many rescuers.
And none of them are the people from home. She known it, but some part of it stills feels wrong, like she should be looking for Fi, for Homer. ) Okay.
( Distant, her grip on the rifle white-knuckled. She's kept up with Steph, is vigilante, sharp, but her gaze is critical and questioning. )
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( A beat, looking at Steph. Everything was washing over her, dragging like the current, a water barricade against any kind of sound. There were so many people, so many rescuers.
And none of them are the people from home. She known it, but some part of it stills feels wrong, like she should be looking for Fi, for Homer. ) Okay.
( Distant, her grip on the rifle white-knuckled. She's kept up with Steph, is vigilante, sharp, but her gaze is critical and questioning. )