[ Alright, he's officially Lost: he's a sharp thinker, but he hasn't accounted for this scenario, and it blindsides him enough that he doesn't think to shake off her grip or to pull away. His feet teeter forwards with momentum, adrenaline keeping them going despite the fact that he really doesn't agree with this decision. ]
What the— hey, this isn't a joke!
[ Feet skid to a halt on the edge of the roof, his hand tightening around the grip of his pistol. ]
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What the— hey, this isn't a joke!
[ Feet skid to a halt on the edge of the roof, his hand tightening around the grip of his pistol. ]
You can't stay here, you have to go!