[ she's off, that much she can tell before roy steps into her room. she's tense when there's no reason to, she's on guard despite knowing there's no direct reason to be. but even as she knows this she can't bring herself to calm down. not while roy steps through the door, or even as he steps further into her room, drawing her attention away from that feeling that someone else was going to come through it. ]
Have you heard if anyone has made it through? [ a beat, and then she finally turns her attention towards roy, armed hand at her side. ] Or if there's some other danger outside?
[ but then she watches roy's eyes dart down to her pistol, and then turn on her, frowning.
all at once she feels more than a little ridiculous, and despite the way her body almost refuses her when she tells it, she does pull up the gun and slip it into safety mode, holstering it and realizing, as if for the first time, that her hands seem to be trembling. she tightens them into fists.
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Have you heard if anyone has made it through? [ a beat, and then she finally turns her attention towards roy, armed hand at her side. ] Or if there's some other danger outside?
[ but then she watches roy's eyes dart down to her pistol, and then turn on her, frowning.
all at once she feels more than a little ridiculous, and despite the way her body almost refuses her when she tells it, she does pull up the gun and slip it into safety mode, holstering it and realizing, as if for the first time, that her hands seem to be trembling. she tightens them into fists.
get ahold of yourself, hawkeye. ]