[ The moment she straightens, wind whipping at her hair as the wagon continues its stately pace, panic courses through her. She's not thinking reasonably anymore, not reminding herself that she had been warned that she might see a familiar-but-unfamiliar-face. In the moment, all she's thinking is that she had left those people alone with Soldier Boy.
(Stupid, she thinks; stupid, stupid.)
Kimiko whirls around, about to race after it - about to pull "Ben" out, or Squiffy, who had already been threatened - but it's a moot point, because he's following her into the wide open. Her eyes widen to an alarming rondeur as she listens to him chastise her recklessness.
Monsters? She had been told that, but -
Remembering Soldier Boy's beam blasting through her, remembering his hands at her neck. Fight or flight fills her from her knees to her throat, suffuses her with tightness and terror. At her sides, her hands ball into tight fists... And then she spends the next several seconds aggressively signing at him in her furious, frenetic pidgin - knowing he cannot possibly understand, and not caring, as the terror melts away into mere irritation (at him, or at her own dangerous confusion, or both).
It ends with her pointing at him in harsh, repeated jabs, finger slicing through the air, and mouthing "who?" ]
no subject
(Stupid, she thinks; stupid, stupid.)
Kimiko whirls around, about to race after it - about to pull "Ben" out, or Squiffy, who had already been threatened - but it's a moot point, because he's following her into the wide open. Her eyes widen to an alarming rondeur as she listens to him chastise her recklessness.
Monsters? She had been told that, but -
Remembering Soldier Boy's beam blasting through her, remembering his hands at her neck. Fight or flight fills her from her knees to her throat, suffuses her with tightness and terror. At her sides, her hands ball into tight fists... And then she spends the next several seconds aggressively signing at him in her furious, frenetic pidgin - knowing he cannot possibly understand, and not caring, as the terror melts away into mere irritation (at him, or at her own dangerous confusion, or both).
It ends with her pointing at him in harsh, repeated jabs, finger slicing through the air, and mouthing "who?" ]