[ Her smile comes and goes in a flicker, appreciative and leveled at his back. Stone. She doesn't believe it, but she's grateful for his efforts to console her. Following him out, she lifts an arm to shield her eyes from the wind shear, hair whipping violently against her back.
They're about two minutes away from the wreckage now, and careening closer to disaster with every second.
Pyrrha points to an in-congruent car at the tail of the train, where she thinks she can see a complicated switchboard of controls. If they are going to stop this train, that has to be the spot. She opens her mouth to tell him such, but the roar of the train drowns her out, making Pyrrha's voice inaudible to even her own ears. No talking until they get back in, apparently.]
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They're about two minutes away from the wreckage now, and careening closer to disaster with every second.
Pyrrha points to an in-congruent car at the tail of the train, where she thinks she can see a complicated switchboard of controls. If they are going to stop this train, that has to be the spot. She opens her mouth to tell him such, but the roar of the train drowns her out, making Pyrrha's voice inaudible to even her own ears. No talking until they get back in, apparently.]