[The crash of the ceiling coming down on the desk surprises a little squeak out of her, which she'll be embarrassed about later. But then she buckles down and stays still as long as Ian does. It feels like an eternity, and when she hears that deep, reverberating thud from somewhere deep in the facility, all she can think is this is why I don't live in fucking California.
Eventually it slows, and then Ian is pulling her shirt over her face and she blinks up at him owlishly. They're still hunched under the desk, and she swallows down some ridiculous joke about him being too tall. Is that some kind of panic response?
She sets the timer as he asks, eyes going glossy for a moment as she works the implant. Then she's focused on him again, finally loosening her grip on his hand. When she finally responds, she finds her voice sounds just as off as his does.]
Could they happen sooner than that? The aftershocks?
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Eventually it slows, and then Ian is pulling her shirt over her face and she blinks up at him owlishly. They're still hunched under the desk, and she swallows down some ridiculous joke about him being too tall. Is that some kind of panic response?
She sets the timer as he asks, eyes going glossy for a moment as she works the implant. Then she's focused on him again, finally loosening her grip on his hand. When she finally responds, she finds her voice sounds just as off as his does.]
Could they happen sooner than that? The aftershocks?