"Just fine, thanks for asking," says a woman with a face like fifty years of sunburn all caught up with her at once. "Since none of us are dead at the moment, anyway."
The younger woman she's tied to is a little too busy staring at the mess that used to be Hazmat Hood to answer.
"Damn it, I think my husband's blanked out- Thomas? Thomas." She jerks her arm away from the third prisoner, who doesn't respond. "He gets these flashes sometimes when things go poorly, I'm afraid."
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Date: 2014-08-28 03:38 am (UTC)The younger woman she's tied to is a little too busy staring at the mess that used to be Hazmat Hood to answer.
"Damn it, I think my husband's blanked out- Thomas? Thomas." She jerks her arm away from the third prisoner, who doesn't respond. "He gets these flashes sometimes when things go poorly, I'm afraid."