The door finally opens (albeit with some entirely unnecessary hitting and kicking because it won't open when she wants it to), and she staggers out and away.
"What were you doing?" She demands once she's gotten her feet underneath her properly. "What were you doing?"
So maybe she could figure it out, logically, if she took a moment to stop and think. She would even call it smart. But all she's running on is the image of him walking back towards the dinosaurs seared into her brain.
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Date: 2013-09-18 04:01 am (UTC)"What were you doing?" She demands once she's gotten her feet underneath her properly. "What were you doing?"
So maybe she could figure it out, logically, if she took a moment to stop and think. She would even call it smart. But all she's running on is the image of him walking back towards the dinosaurs seared into her brain.