[She makes a choked, displeased sound in the back of her throat, pressing her forehead firmly to his. She looks like she is about to protest, and she is, but the rumbling and tremors make her pause too, and all she gives him is a slow exhale.
A sigh that does nothing to calm the storm that still continues to roil.]
Fine. Where do we go next?
[The tanks. He mentioned there being more tanks.
But he might feel that wind picking up again, trailing out of the room and into the hallways.]
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A sigh that does nothing to calm the storm that still continues to roil.]
Fine. Where do we go next?
[The tanks. He mentioned there being more tanks.
But he might feel that wind picking up again, trailing out of the room and into the hallways.]