[ That earns him a sharp glance, a furrowing of her brow as she parses what he says. There's always something, up to and unless... No. Oh, that's a black, bleak picture, but no. No, she doesn't want to see it. She already can, and she wishes she couldn't.
She says nothing, not right then, but the distress and a measure of horror shows on her face: there and gone again, before she schools herself back to neutrality, when she tries to push away thoughts of death and transference, of how warriors were given powers, of how the hell Armin or any of the Corps would ever know. Later. They can talk later. They will talk later.
Her device is tucked into her bag, but when he pulls his out, she follows suit. Turning it in hand, she nods, flipping it around so it faces Bertolt and his Arcanine. ]
Show me. If you're actually offering to get your ass handed to you, [ ... so modest, but really, it's almost an attempt at factual levity, ] then show me what we need to do to make that happen.
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She says nothing, not right then, but the distress and a measure of horror shows on her face: there and gone again, before she schools herself back to neutrality, when she tries to push away thoughts of death and transference, of how warriors were given powers, of how the hell Armin or any of the Corps would ever know. Later. They can talk later. They will talk later.
Her device is tucked into her bag, but when he pulls his out, she follows suit. Turning it in hand, she nods, flipping it around so it faces Bertolt and his Arcanine. ]
Show me. If you're actually offering to get your ass handed to you, [ ... so modest, but really, it's almost an attempt at factual levity, ] then show me what we need to do to make that happen.
[ And a pause: ]
Will we use a code?