Superpower. [ It's mumbled out through the pain, her voice quiet. She realises belatedly that he might not know what that means if he didn't know what a gun was. ] A gift, from Enola.
[ Her head ducks, and she's taking long and deep breaths to try and fight through the nausea and pain. In through her nose and out through her mouth. She did it. Just like with Lieutenant Little. The man's still alive. He'll be okay.
It makes the pain worth it, even if it makes her stomach churn. Which— she's looking a little green around the gills, as the Navy sorts would say. ]
Can... uh, can you get me a bucket or something— I think I'm gonna, um. Be sick.
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[ Her head ducks, and she's taking long and deep breaths to try and fight through the nausea and pain. In through her nose and out through her mouth. She did it. Just like with Lieutenant Little. The man's still alive. He'll be okay.
It makes the pain worth it, even if it makes her stomach churn. Which— she's looking a little green around the gills, as the Navy sorts would say. ]
Can... uh, can you get me a bucket or something— I think I'm gonna, um. Be sick.