[Without thinking, Oswin pulls him into her arms, trying not to panic. Which is hard, given the distinctly metallic tang to the scent all around them.]
Right. [She keeps her voice low, glancing around.] Better get out of here then, come on. [She gives his sleeve a little tug, hoping to at least get a head start on whatever's coming for them.]
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Date: 2013-10-11 10:58 pm (UTC)Right. [She keeps her voice low, glancing around.] Better get out of here then, come on. [She gives his sleeve a little tug, hoping to at least get a head start on whatever's coming for them.]