[ of course, harley's going to be distracted as soon as that homemade molotov goes flying through the air to burst into flame on impact, lighting up whatever those things are and turning it all into a screeching, flailing bundle of limbs. she's drawn in by the sight of it, all that fire flickering and burning, until she's suddenly yanked back hard enough to stagger her by a few feet. ]
Hey, what — oh.
[ okay, they're getting out now, and she doesn't even require that much of a boost to get herself up, setting one hand on his shoulder and jabbing the end of the bat out toward the grate to pry it outward so she can climb up and wriggle through the space.
she has to do a little shimmying to get through before dropping down on the other side, but this time she actually waits for him to make it down with her before opening her mouth again. not conversational volume, but definitely not a full whisper either. ]
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Hey, what — oh.
[ okay, they're getting out now, and she doesn't even require that much of a boost to get herself up, setting one hand on his shoulder and jabbing the end of the bat out toward the grate to pry it outward so she can climb up and wriggle through the space.
she has to do a little shimmying to get through before dropping down on the other side, but this time she actually waits for him to make it down with her before opening her mouth again. not conversational volume, but definitely not a full whisper either. ]
What were those things?