The first thing that breaks through the white noise is Dean's shout, fuzzy in the background, all of its weight and urgency lost as Faye turns around to look for him. She has only enough time to think that they've possibly lucked out, that maybe they can make a break for the bathysphere and put all of this filth behind them, before suddenly he's leaping towards her, wrapping one arm to keep her from hitting the ground while using the other to hit the Splicer straight through the chest. If anything, that's the greatest insult to injury, that all of her attempts to show her own abilities have resulted in Dean coming around to save the day. How he'll take the fact isn't hard to guess.
Her palm is pressed to the ground, dirt and grit dragging against her skin as she heaves a breath or two, hair dragging down, a few strands clinging to the sweat of her temple. She can feel the sting where her knee meets grime, and judging by the deeper color of her thigh, her face is probably entirely covered in dust. But pride and obstinance leave her refusing to budge, and the very moment Dean's lips move again, Faye leans forward to cut his words off, pressing her lips firmly against his own. "Shut up," she murmurs when she has to pull away to catch a breath, not giving him space to talk before she crushes another kiss to his lips, free hand groping for her Glock.
Once she has a good grip, she quickly looks over her shoulder, eyes scanning over the ceiling— there's another Splicer in the corner. Backing off, she holds her left hand out to Dean to help him up, already aiming for the Splicer with the right.
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Date: 2011-07-27 05:03 am (UTC)Her palm is pressed to the ground, dirt and grit dragging against her skin as she heaves a breath or two, hair dragging down, a few strands clinging to the sweat of her temple. She can feel the sting where her knee meets grime, and judging by the deeper color of her thigh, her face is probably entirely covered in dust. But pride and obstinance leave her refusing to budge, and the very moment Dean's lips move again, Faye leans forward to cut his words off, pressing her lips firmly against his own. "Shut up," she murmurs when she has to pull away to catch a breath, not giving him space to talk before she crushes another kiss to his lips, free hand groping for her Glock.
Once she has a good grip, she quickly looks over her shoulder, eyes scanning over the ceiling— there's another Splicer in the corner. Backing off, she holds her left hand out to Dean to help him up, already aiming for the Splicer with the right.