[ The pack slides from his shoulders. Mei, he presumes, is the name of one of her strays; he hasn't done the rounds of the safe-house yet, hasn't really got to know anyone beyond the people that have placed themselves in his way. ]
Only the one? [ There's nothing about his tone that suggests that this would in any way diminish the threat ㅡ he would know, after all ㅡ only that he was trying to understand what must have happened, to build a better picture. ]
There were three when I was attacked. [ He bends to inspect the contents of the pack, removing a pair of surgical gloves. ] Two were killed, the third was driven off. [ It had been smaller than the others, thinking about it now. Faster. An adolescent, perhaps? Not fully formed. Or could it have been something new entirely. ]
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Only the one? [ There's nothing about his tone that suggests that this would in any way diminish the threat ㅡ he would know, after all ㅡ only that he was trying to understand what must have happened, to build a better picture. ]
There were three when I was attacked. [ He bends to inspect the contents of the pack, removing a pair of surgical gloves. ] Two were killed, the third was driven off. [ It had been smaller than the others, thinking about it now. Faster. An adolescent, perhaps? Not fully formed. Or could it have been something new entirely. ]