What are-- [Her comm. He's shattered her comm. If not for a distinct lack of the telltale Peacekeeper tone in his voice she'd assume it was Scorpius and go for the pistol tucked away at his hip. Nearly does, as her hand twitches sharply in his grip before realizing it's still him. It's still John.
Mostly, anyway.
Which is why her voice drops. eyes flicking upwards to lock with his regardless of the noise outside or how she can still hear the crunch of broken comm pieces beneath his boot.]
You need to tell me what is going on so that I can help. [There's nothing pleading about it.]
no subject
Mostly, anyway.
Which is why her voice drops. eyes flicking upwards to lock with his regardless of the noise outside or how she can still hear the crunch of broken comm pieces beneath his boot.]
You need to tell me what is going on so that I can help. [There's nothing pleading about it.]