"Like you? What the hell that's supposed to mean? And I'm not a civilian, I'm.... Um."
Her reflexive, nerve-driven rant sputters out once she realizes that there's a small problem with her argument. You know, other than the part where she's on the ground surrounded by fallen machinery bits and he's got a gun nearly as tall as she is.
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Date: 2008-12-08 01:39 am (UTC)Her reflexive, nerve-driven rant sputters out once she realizes that there's a small problem with her argument. You know, other than the part where she's on the ground surrounded by fallen machinery bits and he's got a gun nearly as tall as she is.
"What's a civilian?"