[ She immediately drops one hand from the strap to catch him, feet shifting to adjust and reinforce her balance. They both end up leaning, her shoulders hitting the plastic separator between her and the rows of seats. Had this played out a little differently - for example, if he hadn't smacked his skull into hers, - she might have been too aware of their proximity, where his hands are.
As it is, she holds him steady without much consideration, turning her head to look out the window. Although Pyrrha can't see the bottom of the train, she can see faint sparks jumping off the tracks.
The monorail's quivers grow more pronounced, lights flickering.
And Pyrrha? In the wake of this danger, she's recognisable - the same deadly calm she had employed in all contentious scenarios, even after everything had fallen apart. ]
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As it is, she holds him steady without much consideration, turning her head to look out the window. Although Pyrrha can't see the bottom of the train, she can see faint sparks jumping off the tracks.
The monorail's quivers grow more pronounced, lights flickering.
And Pyrrha? In the wake of this danger, she's recognisable - the same deadly calm she had employed in all contentious scenarios, even after everything had fallen apart. ]
... we need to stop this train.