[ She moves up behind him, tilting her head to get a better look at the lock. Instead of hovering, she pops down to a squat beside him, elbows on her knees to look at it. Huh. Her eyebrows raise the raise of total lack of comprehension. This isn't her field. ]
Personally, if I'm trying to get away from a kidnapping, I'd rather have a bomb, or a gun, or a sledgehammer. [ Maybe because she would desperately like to bash in the head of her most consistent kidnappers. ] To each their own, though. Really makes people wonder where you learned to do this kind of thing.
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[ She moves up behind him, tilting her head to get a better look at the lock. Instead of hovering, she pops down to a squat beside him, elbows on her knees to look at it. Huh. Her eyebrows raise the raise of total lack of comprehension. This isn't her field. ]
Personally, if I'm trying to get away from a kidnapping, I'd rather have a bomb, or a gun, or a sledgehammer. [ Maybe because she would desperately like to bash in the head of her most consistent kidnappers. ] To each their own, though. Really makes people wonder where you learned to do this kind of thing.