rathercommon: (thrown for a loop)
Kitty Jones ([personal profile] rathercommon) wrote in [community profile] systemcritical 2015-06-20 02:03 am (UTC)

[ Kitty takes a shaky breath. Her look of confusion melts into one of relief as she manages to focus her gaze on Fenris; she might have recognized him if she weren't so unsteady, so dazed and shaken, if she weren't still distracted by that itch like someone is standing right behind her, looking over her shoulder at all of them, watching her...Hawke gets a firmer nod still. And Kitty says, her voice almost too fervent: ]

Yeah. Yes. Inside is a little better. A little.

[ She doesn't even wait to see if they're following her. She turns around at once and slips back inside - and immediately half-falls, leaning hard on the table used for folding clothes. Her limbs feel...leaden. And God, her head hurts. It hurts so bad. It makes it harder to concentrate. She closes her eyes and rehearses her story as well as she can, waiting for them all to file inside.

Though she does warn them: ]


Come quick. Please.

[ Because it's got to be done carefully, but out there...Out there, people are already dying. And Kitty can feel her own strength ebbing...How much longer has she got here? What's wrong with that signal, what's wrong with it, too, that she just wants to...sit politely, and listen attentively, like she's at school? And how much will she give away when she finally crumbles under the pressure?

She focuses harder on the story she's about to tell. She fights to stop herself from thinking about Kate, and Hawke, and Fenris, and what she knows about them in the Real. (Though if they could read her thoughts, they already know what she's here for, who she's contacting, and they already know what ship to anticipate, who the defenders will be...) ]

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