we're always running scared but holding knives
Blissfully unaware of what Remi's been up to on his little four (well, three and a half) hour jaunt, all Isla knows is that he's late back, and that's either a very good or a very bad thing. It's also why she's waiting right outside the entrance to the research department when Remi is escorted through, relief visible on her face to see him in one piece.
"I thought perhaps the serum had gone wrong, or you'd gotten into a fight," she admits with an embarrassed laugh that reveals far too much of her concern, before her blue eyes move to the guard.
"I can take it from here," she tells him cheerfully, and his little taser can go and fuck itself too. "I think you've got about fifteen minutes before this dose wears off. Shall we go through?" This is, of course, directed to Remi, Isla opening the door for him to step inside.
"I thought perhaps the serum had gone wrong, or you'd gotten into a fight," she admits with an embarrassed laugh that reveals far too much of her concern, before her blue eyes move to the guard.
"I can take it from here," she tells him cheerfully, and his little taser can go and fuck itself too. "I think you've got about fifteen minutes before this dose wears off. Shall we go through?" This is, of course, directed to Remi, Isla opening the door for him to step inside.
Isla
