Either she's crazy, or -- well -- well, he can figure that out later. Fitz stares at her for a long moment, stuck between gripping tight to his door and going to her.
He breaks loose, shutting the door behind him. "Look, they can't get us in here," he says, as calmly as he can. For one: those are galaxies exploding, not bombs. He'd know. He's glancing warily to the side, and almost whispering: "See how calm everyone is about it? Let's sit down a moment, all right?"
He touches her elbow lightly; if she lets him, he's going to steer her to the nearest booth.
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Date: 2014-02-25 08:51 am (UTC)Either she's crazy, or -- well -- well, he can figure that out later. Fitz stares at her for a long moment, stuck between gripping tight to his door and going to her.
He breaks loose, shutting the door behind him. "Look, they can't get us in here," he says, as calmly as he can. For one: those are galaxies exploding, not bombs. He'd know. He's glancing warily to the side, and almost whispering: "See how calm everyone is about it? Let's sit down a moment, all right?"
He touches her elbow lightly; if she lets him, he's going to steer her to the nearest booth.