River's head snaps towards Galadan. Her eyes have adjusted to the light; they're wide now, and fierce. She shows no sign of noticing the blood smeared across Galadan's mouth and chin, except the way her eyes narrow for a moment: half assessment, and half savage approval.
Her gaze whips over to Crowley, dragging her mother to the back of the stage, to Baijan Li and his team dispatching the goggled figures in the aisle, and back to Galadan.
"Facilities," she says low, almost a whisper, to the air between Galadan and Simon. "I remember."
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Date: 2007-07-30 05:13 pm (UTC)Her gaze whips over to Crowley, dragging her mother to the back of the stage, to Baijan Li and his team dispatching the goggled figures in the aisle, and back to Galadan.
"Facilities," she says low, almost a whisper, to the air between Galadan and Simon. "I remember."
To Galadan, fierce again: "Where."