As far as viable options are concerned, she's running low. It's looking pretty whittled-down to waiting him out, actually.
(That one stings a lot for just being two words.)
"Right," she echoes, sharp and brittle.
This is going nowhere.
This is going to be snapping in circles until he goes ahead and passes out, and then she winds up calling for help. God forbid any one of her people stop being stubborn when they can barely stay on their feet. Never mind that that's probably saved their lives more than a handful of times.
In for a penny, in for a pound. Elizabeth angles herself at three yeets to the wind and makes a grab for his wrist. She's not completely sure what her plan is yet. She sure as hell forgot about the touch-based empathy they've all been saddled with. This is a textbook case for why she normally doesn't gun it on impulse.
no subject
(That one stings a lot for just being two words.)
"Right," she echoes, sharp and brittle.
This is going nowhere.
This is going to be snapping in circles until he goes ahead and passes out, and then she winds up calling for help. God forbid any one of her people stop being stubborn when they can barely stay on their feet. Never mind that that's probably saved their lives more than a handful of times.
In for a penny, in for a pound. Elizabeth angles herself at three yeets to the wind and makes a grab for his wrist. She's not completely sure what her plan is yet. She sure as hell forgot about the touch-based empathy they've all been saddled with. This is a textbook case for why she normally doesn't gun it on impulse.