we're always running scared but holding knives
"Oh absolutely not," Isla says, barking out a laugh. "I've just seen what sort of quality of meat is down here in Undertown. I'll take my chances with the genetically altered vegetables instead, thanks." Is this flirting? Are they flirting? Who can tell, really. (Everyone - everyone can tell, and she ought to stop it right now). And yet as she notices the spike in the monitor - just before she unplugs that bitch, thank you - she does little more than wait for it to calm again.
"It would be," she agrees. "And if I thought my life were in any danger, I would absolutely agree with you. But you are coherent and calm, your vitals have stabilised, and you have never shown prior aggression towards me." All that is to say I'll take the risk, thanks, as she carefully unbuckles the first restraint.
"It would be," she agrees. "And if I thought my life were in any danger, I would absolutely agree with you. But you are coherent and calm, your vitals have stabilised, and you have never shown prior aggression towards me." All that is to say I'll take the risk, thanks, as she carefully unbuckles the first restraint.
Isla
