Snippet #2668695

"I-I came alone! Mmhmm!" She squeaked out, reaching and straining to get into the bag for her revolver. One shot, that was all it would take. He couldn't manipulate the metal, surely... Fuck, fuck, where had she put it? She did have supplies, a bag of bread.

She heard him yell something, and then stopped, hearing a sort of 'yelp' from above, and then considering another thing she had yet overlooked.

The airship wreckage would be found in less than twenty-four hours and she knew it. If they were to find a dead body near the wreckage... surely they would know what happened. She'd be hunted down and persecuted as a fugitive. It wouldn't be a simple matter of theft, but first degree murder. She couldn't kill him. But then again... by that logic... Neither could he.

She took a loaf of bread from the torn bag, if he was going to get food, it would be the damn food that she didn't need the most. Her right hand finally found the nearly empty revolver, and she spun the chamber into place with a clumsy hand and a 'click'.

She knew he probably heard that. She needed to let him know that she could do damage. That she wasn't about to let herself be burned to a crisp by some blonde idiot with muscle in place for a mind between his ears. She slowly rose from the wreckage, throwing the bread toward his feet and pointing the revolver at his head with her elbow locked and holding the gun as far away from herself as possible.

"Just take the bread... and do NOTHING more than that. That's all I owe you after you spit-bathed my inhaler and nearly killed me. I will put a bullet through your brain if you try to attack me." She did her best to sound menacing, keeping her wavering voice low. "That's all it takes, just a twitch of my finger."