[Ellie shoots him a wry smile, one that looks natural but significantly rusty, like she's trying to figure out how to fit the expression back onto her face again, and has made it a fucking mission.
She hands over the monitor to clip to his shirt and the laser gun, and weighs hers in her hand for a moment before holding it properly, trigger safety and all, like it's a long habit.]
Interesting. Thought that skill was hard to come by here. Better keep it under wraps.
[But she shrugs, tilting her head. There's plenty of cover laid out on the street, towers and blind corners, plenty of places to hide and hunt. Ellie takes cover behind a crate, staying low.]
LASERS!
[Ellie shoots him a wry smile, one that looks natural but significantly rusty, like she's trying to figure out how to fit the expression back onto her face again, and has made it a fucking mission.
She hands over the monitor to clip to his shirt and the laser gun, and weighs hers in her hand for a moment before holding it properly, trigger safety and all, like it's a long habit.]
Interesting. Thought that skill was hard to come by here. Better keep it under wraps.
[But she shrugs, tilting her head. There's plenty of cover laid out on the street, towers and blind corners, plenty of places to hide and hunt. Ellie takes cover behind a crate, staying low.]
Cowboy style, guns blazing, or flanking?