[ She still looks pleased, bouncing her hands once she has her shoe in them, giving a small shake of her sodden hair. ]
It's good luck for me you were headed that way.
[ She means it, too. Transferring her shoe into one hand, she sticks her arm out to balance like an awkward flamingo, pulling at the laces of her other shoe. She's plucking at laces and pulling it off before long, having to stand back down on that foot with its sock still in place. (She'd lost her balance.) ]
A friend of mine might have laughed if I'd managed to lose another shoe down a river, even one only a few inches deep. [ She ties the laces together, draping her shoes around the back of her neck. One nestles wetly under each shoulder. ] I guess that's what's nice, though. This time it's not a deep ri... ver...
[ She'd been smiling in a small, reflective way when she'd first looked back up at Leon. That expression leaves her face quite suddenly as a roar of sound comes crashing down from higher up the street. The way debris has stacked in this part of the pleasure district, where the water's being pumped out of seemingly bottomless wells, is having a troublesome tunneling effect on where the water's heading.
There's a waist-high wave of water heading at them from up the street, thundering around the corner with detritus of all kinds caught up in its turbulent, overfloral waters. Even where they stand now the water's rising past ankles, a slow creep that's not going to stay slow. ]
Up. We've gotta go up!
[ Her reflex is to step toward Leon (clearly he'd know... or react... better than she would, probably, this seems to be most her life here) and reach out, as if she were going to try and grab hold of his sleeve; knees bent and ready to run sideways. Can't race a river (or a flood) down it's course, but they might be able to get to the side and up out of its way to not get swept away as surely as her little pink shoe had, years ago.
... Though it might be better if she started checking her impulse to reach out and take hold of whomever she's presently with whenever things start looking a little too high octane thriller. ]
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It's good luck for me you were headed that way.
[ She means it, too. Transferring her shoe into one hand, she sticks her arm out to balance like an awkward flamingo, pulling at the laces of her other shoe. She's plucking at laces and pulling it off before long, having to stand back down on that foot with its sock still in place. (She'd lost her balance.) ]
A friend of mine might have laughed if I'd managed to lose another shoe down a river, even one only a few inches deep. [ She ties the laces together, draping her shoes around the back of her neck. One nestles wetly under each shoulder. ] I guess that's what's nice, though. This time it's not a deep ri... ver...
[ She'd been smiling in a small, reflective way when she'd first looked back up at Leon. That expression leaves her face quite suddenly as a roar of sound comes crashing down from higher up the street. The way debris has stacked in this part of the pleasure district, where the water's being pumped out of seemingly bottomless wells, is having a troublesome tunneling effect on where the water's heading.
There's a waist-high wave of water heading at them from up the street, thundering around the corner with detritus of all kinds caught up in its turbulent, overfloral waters. Even where they stand now the water's rising past ankles, a slow creep that's not going to stay slow. ]
Up. We've gotta go up!
[ Her reflex is to step toward Leon (clearly he'd know... or react... better than she would, probably, this seems to be most her life here) and reach out, as if she were going to try and grab hold of his sleeve; knees bent and ready to run sideways. Can't race a river (or a flood) down it's course, but they might be able to get to the side and up out of its way to not get swept away as surely as her little pink shoe had, years ago.
... Though it might be better if she started checking her impulse to reach out and take hold of whomever she's presently with whenever things start looking a little too high octane thriller. ]