[ And Pyrrha's one of the first to see it. Stepping up between two seated civilians, she pries the window open and, ow - immediately cranes her head in the opposite direction, wind whipping at her eyes and cheek like razor blades. It takes several seconds for her to look at their destination dead on.
Seeing the gap in the tracks, she pulls herself back in. The quiet calm from a moment ago has been somewhat stricken from her expression, traces of panic visible for anyone who knows how to look.
Slowly, Pyrrha shakes her head. ]
That's not going to work.
[ I just got here — already, fear is untethering her thoughts, making her uncertain and drawing prickles from skin. ]
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Seeing the gap in the tracks, she pulls herself back in. The quiet calm from a moment ago has been somewhat stricken from her expression, traces of panic visible for anyone who knows how to look.
Slowly, Pyrrha shakes her head. ]
That's not going to work.
[ I just got here — already, fear is untethering her thoughts, making her uncertain and drawing prickles from skin. ]