[ Right, because she's just a kid. Someone would usually remind Lorna of that in the Underground. Underground Lorna didn't take down a jetplane, though. If there are other people on this ship or in this illusion, they can pat her hair and tell her it's gonna be all right. ]
Show me. [ muttered as she turns on her heel to face her again, her hand raised in a come-hither motion that summons a screw out of the far wall with the speed of a projectile. It grazes Claire's shoulder, splitting her suit by a couple inches as well as the top few layers of skin, and Lorna watches patiently as it heals over, corroborating her story. Damn it.
She crosses her arms, holding the screwhead to her bottom lip thoughtfully, though all that's going on in her head is damn it damn it damn it. ]
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Show me. [ muttered as she turns on her heel to face her again, her hand raised in a come-hither motion that summons a screw out of the far wall with the speed of a projectile. It grazes Claire's shoulder, splitting her suit by a couple inches as well as the top few layers of skin, and Lorna watches patiently as it heals over, corroborating her story. Damn it.
She crosses her arms, holding the screwhead to her bottom lip thoughtfully, though all that's going on in her head is damn it damn it damn it. ]