It's a good thing that Faye isn't the type to just shoot on sight, she thinks to herself, as soon as Dean stumbles out of the distance. Immediately, she feels relief release the vice-like hold around her chest, breathes deep as she leans her back against the pillar. The problem with relief, she quickly finds, is that adrenaline rushes out of her system and takes all of the strength with it, her hands practically shaking until she has to will everything into those fingers, gripping the Glock that suddenly feels heavy. When her eyes raise to settle on his face again, it's his lips that she finds herself drawn to, and while not all of his words register from movement alone, Faye catches her name there.
It's enough.
With a quick nod, she hefts her gun before mouthing, "On three."
But when she whips around, gun firmly in hand, the area seems empty. No sign of movement, no trace of a splicer. With sound still largely slipping past, all Faye can think as she scans the area is that both of them are at a disadvantage now. And it's all her fault.
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Date: 2011-07-27 03:51 am (UTC)It's enough.
With a quick nod, she hefts her gun before mouthing, "On three."
But when she whips around, gun firmly in hand, the area seems empty. No sign of movement, no trace of a splicer. With sound still largely slipping past, all Faye can think as she scans the area is that both of them are at a disadvantage now. And it's all her fault.