[As soon as the door seals shut on their small cabin, North is left to confront the confinement of their space. It isn't so much him that inspires the jolt of fear, as that reassurance comes on a flat-toned voice, and she wonders if she's so transparent. Distrust exists, of course, but it always does. He's a man far larger than herself. It wouldn't take much for Amos to reach across the seat and snap her neck, especially given the vulnerable state of this human body she's in. But there's no motive for it.
When the carriage rocks, her hands flash to grab the side-railing, white-knuckled and startled. It's almost comical. But then she forces herself back into steely composure.]
No, you've had plenty of opportunity up until now to hurt me, if you really wanted to do it. [Fresh out the van, in that alley hidden from the view of the street, any moment between.] So I don't think you will.
[As the ferris wheel is slowly loaded up, North keeps her eyes on him, rather than the growing height.]
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When the carriage rocks, her hands flash to grab the side-railing, white-knuckled and startled. It's almost comical. But then she forces herself back into steely composure.]
No, you've had plenty of opportunity up until now to hurt me, if you really wanted to do it. [Fresh out the van, in that alley hidden from the view of the street, any moment between.] So I don't think you will.
[As the ferris wheel is slowly loaded up, North keeps her eyes on him, rather than the growing height.]
What do you mean, that you'd have a hard time?