This had been what Billy had expected to find about forty five minutes ago. This was the sort of teleportation he was supposed to have experienced. Of course, being bombarded by food stuffs with someone in tears wasn't part of the original plan. It was a little late to be complaining about his design going awry, though. He recovered quickly enough from the shock, and took stock of where they had landed. As his eyes skimmed the shelves, his mind was still stuck on their rapid change of location. He couldn't completely suppress the chilly fear of another not-death, but... this wasn't Simon's work. "Kirk" had done it, and there had been no classic sound of being beamed, oddly enough. It also didn't escape Billy's notice that Kirk had ordered them to grab one another, or that momentum had been passed through and right into a waiting wall of offended soup cans.
Billy wished he had asked more questions about the various ways to move things and people. When Wati and Dane had discussed it, the hows weren't important. Billy might have disagreed, if he knew he was going to be jumping around through space this often. Regardless, he didn't feel any more or less alive or dead than he had earlier. That was probably the most important thing, or it had to be, considering he had nothing else.
"It's alright, it's okay," he told the girl, more authoritative than he might have once been. Much more tired, that was certain, but he didn't need to convince himself it was all under control, just her. The blood didn't bother him as much as he thought it would either. He clicked on his flashlight, demurely aiming it downwards before he blinded someone. The ambient light lit up her pretty face a bit, contorted with emotion as it was. She was young, a little younger than himself, but not a girl.
"You aren't going to die." Maybe. God, Billy didn't know. Maybe she really was going to bleed out in front of them. Despite being fired on multiple times recently, he'd never seen a gunshot wound anywhere but on television. He extended a hand to her cautiously. "Just turn around, we'll get it."
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Billy wished he had asked more questions about the various ways to move things and people. When Wati and Dane had discussed it, the hows weren't important. Billy might have disagreed, if he knew he was going to be jumping around through space this often. Regardless, he didn't feel any more or less alive or dead than he had earlier. That was probably the most important thing, or it had to be, considering he had nothing else.
"It's alright, it's okay," he told the girl, more authoritative than he might have once been. Much more tired, that was certain, but he didn't need to convince himself it was all under control, just her. The blood didn't bother him as much as he thought it would either. He clicked on his flashlight, demurely aiming it downwards before he blinded someone. The ambient light lit up her pretty face a bit, contorted with emotion as it was. She was young, a little younger than himself, but not a girl.
"You aren't going to die." Maybe. God, Billy didn't know. Maybe she really was going to bleed out in front of them. Despite being fired on multiple times recently, he'd never seen a gunshot wound anywhere but on television. He extended a hand to her cautiously. "Just turn around, we'll get it."