Her confusion just makes him shrug a little. To him, submarines are new and this is the closest comparison he has to make. Maybe she'd just never seen one in the paper or something of the like.
Or maybe something else.
He doesn't bother to answer, mostly because he doesn't really hear the sincerity in her voice, but also because as soon as she gets the chance she's ripping something from the wall and that strength doesn't look human.
Then something else happens: the gravity shuts off.
The closest sensation he's ever felt is when he'd ended up, horrifyingly enough, in a dimension set by a trapper, but even then he's never lost his footing and ended up floating like this.
"What did you do?!" And to him, with barely contained fear: "What are you?"
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Or maybe something else.
He doesn't bother to answer, mostly because he doesn't really hear the sincerity in her voice, but also because as soon as she gets the chance she's ripping something from the wall and that strength doesn't look human.
Then something else happens: the gravity shuts off.
The closest sensation he's ever felt is when he'd ended up, horrifyingly enough, in a dimension set by a trapper, but even then he's never lost his footing and ended up floating like this.
"What did you do?!" And to him, with barely contained fear: "What are you?"