"Jesus." No, Wichita still wasn't at all used to this cold. She was longing for California sun again even as she followed Kirk, knowing that getting a weapon was more important than letting the cold get the best of her and running back inside. She could handle this. Even though her hands were balled up into fists, and her pace doubled just so they could move along a little faster, she was sure she could--
Oh, good. A guy with a gun. And-
Oh, even better. Riverside was yelling at him. She almost forgot she was traveling around with one of television's greatest damn heroes. Though then, he kind of wasn't in these situations, not really. If she was remembering right, people died on that show all the time. God, had she really managed to sign herself up to act as a Red Shirt on another 'away mission'? Sure, he'd save the damsel in distress, but she'd likely get eaten by a tribble or some shit before then. Go freaking figure.
'Stay back'. Yeah, no problemo, Cap. Good luck with this one.
Wichita watched him move towards the other guy rocking the same uniform she was, and she slowly crept back, more importantly just away, trying to get out of sight. Screw that, she wasn't going over there. Not when the shed was right there, a few yards out, and it didn't look huge but maybe she could hide in it. That was better than standing there in plain sight.
Time to test out that cardio rule. Riverside hadn't even finished with his big entrance before Wichita was off, moving from zero to sprinting as fast as she could manage it, and she wasn't looking back. Her goal was clear, but that didn't matter, there was no point in being subtle when she knew that gun could be turned on her at any second.
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Oh, good. A guy with a gun. And-
Oh, even better. Riverside was yelling at him. She almost forgot she was traveling around with one of television's greatest damn heroes. Though then, he kind of wasn't in these situations, not really. If she was remembering right, people died on that show all the time. God, had she really managed to sign herself up to act as a Red Shirt on another 'away mission'? Sure, he'd save the damsel in distress, but she'd likely get eaten by a tribble or some shit before then. Go freaking figure.
'Stay back'. Yeah, no problemo, Cap. Good luck with this one.
Wichita watched him move towards the other guy rocking the same uniform she was, and she slowly crept back, more importantly just away, trying to get out of sight. Screw that, she wasn't going over there. Not when the shed was right there, a few yards out, and it didn't look huge but maybe she could hide in it. That was better than standing there in plain sight.
Time to test out that cardio rule. Riverside hadn't even finished with his big entrance before Wichita was off, moving from zero to sprinting as fast as she could manage it, and she wasn't looking back. Her goal was clear, but that didn't matter, there was no point in being subtle when she knew that gun could be turned on her at any second.