[ He says, but his expression's hardened, brows furrowed in his first genuine frown since they've met: his features almost flatten in concentration as his mind maps an efficient escape route, vivaciousness cast aside in favor of practicality. His tone remains light, though, in an effort not to frighten Iona. ]
...Stay in front of me, don't show them your back!
[ He bursts through the back door and out into a small alley, swerves the both of them down a dark corner and into a spiderweb of smaller sidestreets.
If she hears a 'click', that's the sound of him undoing the safety of the pistol he'd kept tucked in the back of his pants. ]
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[ He says, but his expression's hardened, brows furrowed in his first genuine frown since they've met: his features almost flatten in concentration as his mind maps an efficient escape route, vivaciousness cast aside in favor of practicality. His tone remains light, though, in an effort not to frighten Iona. ]
...Stay in front of me, don't show them your back!
[ He bursts through the back door and out into a small alley, swerves the both of them down a dark corner and into a spiderweb of smaller sidestreets.
If she hears a 'click', that's the sound of him undoing the safety of the pistol he'd kept tucked in the back of his pants. ]