[ Laughing on the inside is right; a warmer set of microexpressions, suppressed and polite and dainty. But she senses he might say more, and doesn't interrupt.
And he does. Minimally.
It's enough, anyway, a nudge open of an avenue of conversation that Benji opens her mouth to pursue when the lights go out. Instead of words, there's an intake of breath, soft and sharp, and stillness from her. The engines have hushed to the bare minimum thrum. Like someone tripped over a very important power cord. ]
We're dark.
[ And she means that in a more military, precise sense. To say it 'could be anything' is not all the way correct -- it is almost always machines. ]
no subject
And he does. Minimally.
It's enough, anyway, a nudge open of an avenue of conversation that Benji opens her mouth to pursue when the lights go out. Instead of words, there's an intake of breath, soft and sharp, and stillness from her. The engines have hushed to the bare minimum thrum. Like someone tripped over a very important power cord. ]
We're dark.
[ And she means that in a more military, precise sense. To say it 'could be anything' is not all the way correct -- it is almost always machines. ]