[ She sees where his gaze goes and knows what he's thinking: they'll have to mount the top of the train and make their way to the driving car from above. They'll have the environment to contend with, though - as an option, it's not optimal.
The doors, though. They're metal. This entire monorail is manipulable metal.
Pyrrha rests her hand flat on the door, feeling the rattle of impurities and the hum of vibrations too quick and slight for human hearing—but when she tries to pull it open, straining for her semblance, nothing happens.
Mortified by both the failure and the wasted seconds, she busies herself opening the window so he can crawl out. ]
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[ She sees where his gaze goes and knows what he's thinking: they'll have to mount the top of the train and make their way to the driving car from above. They'll have the environment to contend with, though - as an option, it's not optimal.
The doors, though. They're metal. This entire monorail is manipulable metal.
Pyrrha rests her hand flat on the door, feeling the rattle of impurities and the hum of vibrations too quick and slight for human hearing—but when she tries to pull it open, straining for her semblance, nothing happens.
Mortified by both the failure and the wasted seconds, she busies herself opening the window so he can crawl out. ]