[She's about to snap at him again, say she doesn't need his help, as she has before, but the way she stumbles forward ungracefully when he pulls at her, and the impending threat of another current like that gives even her pause. She doesn't want to know what it'll do to her (and Pod) if it happens again.
Defeated for the moment, she bites out a response. It has the tinny quality of a bad recording.] Hey — you don't have to tug at me, dumbass. [Then, contrite (finally).] ...Yeah. I think so.
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Defeated for the moment, she bites out a response. It has the tinny quality of a bad recording.] Hey — you don't have to tug at me, dumbass. [Then, contrite (finally).] ...Yeah. I think so.