[ At least in the clothing she put on every morning to prepare for work at the Mariposa, Maeve could move with significantly more ease. She has to wonder whether the purported gods simply didn't need to move at all: if their lives were sedentary, as restrictive as their garments.
Maeve stares down the stranger just as hard, and when he hands over his firearm she makes short work of snapping the chambers open for a look at the stock. Six bullets. Wonderful. ]
I've got it.
[ Comes the sharp reply, and she catches his fist glowing in her periphery, followed by a small explosion of flames. Either he is a new model of host, or something else entirely. Maeve doesn't wait for confirmation, moving quickly with a balance in high heels that should be unattainable to most.
She almost doesn't linger in the doorway, in high drive to survive and giving him a look past the jamb after examining their available resources. ]
no subject
Maeve stares down the stranger just as hard, and when he hands over his firearm she makes short work of snapping the chambers open for a look at the stock. Six bullets. Wonderful. ]
I've got it.
[ Comes the sharp reply, and she catches his fist glowing in her periphery, followed by a small explosion of flames. Either he is a new model of host, or something else entirely. Maeve doesn't wait for confirmation, moving quickly with a balance in high heels that should be unattainable to most.
She almost doesn't linger in the doorway, in high drive to survive and giving him a look past the jamb after examining their available resources. ]
We can block the door here. Hurry up.