( This little girl intends to be helpful too, but in a different way. She isn't like Eleven; she can't coax people's minds, she can't do that sort of magic. No telepathy, no levitating metal. Laura's body is the weapon, she is the weapon, whether or not she's supposed to say that out loud. Laura is a knife; Laura is a killer.
But she isn't equipped to do that here, her skill set is not quite right. She cannot get close enough, and even if she could, her claws won't be enough.
She eyes him warily, and returns his question with another question: )
Were you going to kill her?
( Her English is fluent, but her accent is thick — it's her second language, clearly. Lilting and rolling syllables, that first hola, it doesn't take a genius.
What's maybe more unsettling is how impassive she looks about the whole thing. Expression stoic, eyes solemn, utterly unafraid and unperturbed by the concept. She stares at him expectantly, evidently awaiting an honest answer to a question far too blunt. )
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But she isn't equipped to do that here, her skill set is not quite right. She cannot get close enough, and even if she could, her claws won't be enough.
She eyes him warily, and returns his question with another question: )
Were you going to kill her?
( Her English is fluent, but her accent is thick — it's her second language, clearly. Lilting and rolling syllables, that first hola, it doesn't take a genius.
What's maybe more unsettling is how impassive she looks about the whole thing. Expression stoic, eyes solemn, utterly unafraid and unperturbed by the concept. She stares at him expectantly, evidently awaiting an honest answer to a question far too blunt. )