[The familiar nickname makes her look up sharply.]
Nina. [Oswin drops what she'd doing, hurrying over and resting a scorched hand on her cheek. She's alive and awake and real, and something stirs in her chest to urge her even more to get them somewhere safe.
Gently, she kisses her forehead.] Stay here, okay? M'getting us out of here. [Her voice rasps from the smoke, but Oswin doesn't care, instead getting back the wires.]
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Nina. [Oswin drops what she'd doing, hurrying over and resting a scorched hand on her cheek. She's alive and awake and real, and something stirs in her chest to urge her even more to get them somewhere safe.
Gently, she kisses her forehead.] Stay here, okay? M'getting us out of here. [Her voice rasps from the smoke, but Oswin doesn't care, instead getting back the wires.]