[She's hissing through her teeth, trying to ignore the pain from her elbow, the minor burn on her foot and the electricity still lingering on her body, but once Dickson is brought up? She pushes through it and glances at wherever Dickson is laying. At first glance, he seems fine...]
I don't see any cigars, Steve... Perhaps—
[Perhaps — what? She's keying in on the lack of movement after a beat, a lump suddenly forming in her throat. Shit.]
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I don't see any cigars, Steve... Perhaps—
[Perhaps — what? She's keying in on the lack of movement after a beat, a lump suddenly forming in her throat. Shit.]
—Oh, no. [Shit. Shit, shit. Shit.] ... I don't think he's breathing.