"Think is going to have to be good enough for now considering all of this." Carol says in that natural dry tone of her's - she'd prefer to know that he's fine because she can't, even now, be the kind that doesn't feel obligated to look after the people that she's around. And he certainly qualifies as that given the fact that he's been shoved into this whole mess right alongside her.
She's going to get them both out - that's the big plan so far, even if she doesn't have a damn clue what all of this is even supposed to be.
That resolve is thrown into hold, though, at the reaction to her kicking off the shoes. He's literally hunted the toothpick piece of crap down. And things only keep getting weirder, the look on Carol's face showing just how bizarre his question is to her. "Die again - I'm not sure I want to ask, but I'm pretty certain neither one of us is dead right now." She speaks more confidently than she feels, considering she doesn't know what's going on at all, but she feels very much alive. Everything works just like it should given her being alive.
Kicking off the other shoe, the former captain shakes her hand out - choosing to bypass the question, because it's really complicated, and focus on the tech in both their arms instead. Taking a step toward her companion, she has to muster up the ability to calm her own anger and outrage down. "I can't tell you the what or the why, someone's experimenting or up to something - what I know is that I'm going to get us the hell out of here and I know people who can probably help us get rid of the ugly ass cell phones implanted smack dab in the middle of our arms." She sure hopes that she knows people who can, anyway. And she hopes that he's not abut to go into any panic.
Much as she hasn't so far, they need to keep their wits about them and keep as level-headed as possible. As for the fist he very obviously noticed.... Carol holds it up, purposefully clenching and making it glow again. "As for this, I think this is going to be how we get out assuming I don't get these ruffles caught on something."
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She's going to get them both out - that's the big plan so far, even if she doesn't have a damn clue what all of this is even supposed to be.
That resolve is thrown into hold, though, at the reaction to her kicking off the shoes. He's literally hunted the toothpick piece of crap down. And things only keep getting weirder, the look on Carol's face showing just how bizarre his question is to her. "Die again - I'm not sure I want to ask, but I'm pretty certain neither one of us is dead right now." She speaks more confidently than she feels, considering she doesn't know what's going on at all, but she feels very much alive. Everything works just like it should given her being alive.
Kicking off the other shoe, the former captain shakes her hand out - choosing to bypass the question, because it's really complicated, and focus on the tech in both their arms instead. Taking a step toward her companion, she has to muster up the ability to calm her own anger and outrage down. "I can't tell you the what or the why, someone's experimenting or up to something - what I know is that I'm going to get us the hell out of here and I know people who can probably help us get rid of the ugly ass cell phones implanted smack dab in the middle of our arms." She sure hopes that she knows people who can, anyway. And she hopes that he's not abut to go into any panic.
Much as she hasn't so far, they need to keep their wits about them and keep as level-headed as possible. As for the fist he very obviously noticed.... Carol holds it up, purposefully clenching and making it glow again. "As for this, I think this is going to be how we get out assuming I don't get these ruffles caught on something."