[ the sound of her foot against the whatever-it-is makes him wince, and he half-heartedly lifts a hand as if he intends to ask if she's okay, but then she keeps going on angrily. It can't have hurt too badly, or he's sure she would have cursed up a storm - an educated guess based on the last minute of dialogue here. ]
No, I'm not, [ he defends himself somewhat lamely. ] There must be some reason they picked us...
[ not that he knows what's going on? He has exactly as much information as she does. Trailing off, his eyes return to the metal structure she just attacked. ]
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No, I'm not, [ he defends himself somewhat lamely. ] There must be some reason they picked us...
[ not that he knows what's going on? He has exactly as much information as she does. Trailing off, his eyes return to the metal structure she just attacked. ]
What is that thing, anyway...?