Snippet #2469832

(Sorry for short post!)

"Used to like it up there, but it got to be a lost less pleasant now...I couldn;t advise going north." she replied, glancing over at him with a wry grin.
"And you get used to it. Despite the tragic tragic fact that I didn't have your pretty face to look at, I've gotten pretty comfortable in my own company. "

And the company of invisible ghost space coyotes.... she thought as they walked.

Once they'd stopped, Helena listened in on instructions, trying to keep it all retained up until the point she was handed the gun. Mila did not look pleased.
"Urh....it's okay...I know how to fire one of these. My mom showed me." she assured them, until realizing that that might be just another reason not to give her one. She just didn't want to give the impression that she was helpless. If only they knew exactly what she was capable of...


They started to walk one again, and Helena spoke when they were a decent way away.
" It's fine. Guess I gave some good reason for her to be pissed at me right now." she replied.

"I am fine...not bad...if there's one thing I can do okay it's walk f-" she paused for a moment, staring into space as something across her vision. The view of the route moved forward, forward and over the hill to see a Crawler scuttle out from the trees and begin to move over their path. The knowledge became clear to her, even if she'd not consciously deducted it, that at their current pace they would walk over the prow, into its sight line.

Helena stopped a moment, trying to think of what to say.

She could not say anything without at best sounding completely mad, and at worst giving something away. So she was going to end up off either way....except.

Helena suddenly tripped. She yelped and fell, landing on her knees, causing the progress to stop... As much as she found it rather distasteful playing some weakling and faking a fall just to get the result she needed, it was justified. She could keep them on the side of the hill long enough to get clear.