There's a strange light cast against the wall of one of the corridors that Prudence finds herself walking down; she pauses, continues, and then comes back to it again, tilting her head and letting her eyes unfocus to better understand what it is that has brought her attention to this moment.
There's a flickering of the light cast against the wall, here. She follows it to a storage room, where there's a case with a slipcover that has fallen off to the side. A closer look confirms they're Antivan grenades.
The question is: do they belong there?
Prudence frowns at the contents before she runs her fingers along the edge of the crate. She doesn't turn around.
His tone remains casual, however, unaccusing. He'd observed the shift in direction that brought her here, chosen to follow out of curiosity; he leans against the doorframe for the moment, arms folded.
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There's a flickering of the light cast against the wall, here. She follows it to a storage room, where there's a case with a slipcover that has fallen off to the side. A closer look confirms they're Antivan grenades.
The question is: do they belong there?
Prudence frowns at the contents before she runs her fingers along the edge of the crate. She doesn't turn around.
"Who are you?"
no subject
His tone remains casual, however, unaccusing. He'd observed the shift in direction that brought her here, chosen to follow out of curiosity; he leans against the doorframe for the moment, arms folded.
"Something caught your eye?"