[Huffed out more stubbornly than it needs to be, there's still adrenaline flickering in her veins; shaking it for the sake of playing nice is less of a quick stop, and more of a slow roll. She snakes her way out of the heap, using her bare hands to wipe away water where she can find it— phosphorescent paint dripping away as the seconds tick on.
What a waste.
When she finally flicks her eyes over to take in Sam's face (to really take in his face, instead of pegging him for a target) she adds, mildly:]
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[Huffed out more stubbornly than it needs to be, there's still adrenaline flickering in her veins; shaking it for the sake of playing nice is less of a quick stop, and more of a slow roll. She snakes her way out of the heap, using her bare hands to wipe away water where she can find it— phosphorescent paint dripping away as the seconds tick on.
What a waste.
When she finally flicks her eyes over to take in Sam's face (to really take in his face, instead of pegging him for a target) she adds, mildly:]
Doesn't look like much of a friend to me.