we're always running scared but holding knives
Isla's eyebrows raise, wondering if it's a yes or a no to getting the fuck out of his pink room to go and see Ronin in the hospital. But he's gone and back again in a blur so quick that she barely has a chance to register how easily he could have torn her to pieces. And the quick breath in is all she's got a chance to take before he pulls her close. "Remi," she hisses as a precursor to the flashing lights, and although he'll absolutely be able to hear her pulse quicken, she does at least keep enough composure to hear what he's saying.
Reaching her arms around him in return, to the cameras (and the guards, coincidentally) it looks as though scientist and experiment are merely sharing a lovely Christmas hug, but that doesn't stop them from dragging Remi away from her as soon as they are in reach. But hey, Isla has succeeded, and the card is transferred from his pocket to her own by the time they get him on the ground.
Unfortunately, no amount of irritation or demanding on her part will convince them to let him up.
Reaching her arms around him in return, to the cameras (and the guards, coincidentally) it looks as though scientist and experiment are merely sharing a lovely Christmas hug, but that doesn't stop them from dragging Remi away from her as soon as they are in reach. But hey, Isla has succeeded, and the card is transferred from his pocket to her own by the time they get him on the ground.
Unfortunately, no amount of irritation or demanding on her part will convince them to let him up.
Isla
