[She's only been lost in the opera house for a few minutes, but it grades on her nerves like steel scraping against steel. The constant urging and jostling and shoving, and every time she tries to avoid the stage she finds herself there again, her stomach twisting in her chest when she recognizes the uniforms the....actors wear.
One - wearing a dark blue jump suit that matches the one she still occasionally wears, save for the color along the shoulders and the extra rank pip - gets too close and she breaks her veneer of calm to shove him back. She doesn't have to look for the radiation meter hooked to his chest pocket to know it's meant to be Commander Tucker, and no matter what scene is about to play out, she has no interest in reliving it.
She only notices Marsh after she's gone off book, and that first backhand nearly knocks her over, would have if she hadn't grabbed for the curtain. Her eyes narrow, and she fights the urge to rush him.]
What are you doing? [She struggles not to snarl the words at him, doesn't succeed.]
holler if this isn't okay!
One - wearing a dark blue jump suit that matches the one she still occasionally wears, save for the color along the shoulders and the extra rank pip - gets too close and she breaks her veneer of calm to shove him back. She doesn't have to look for the radiation meter hooked to his chest pocket to know it's meant to be Commander Tucker, and no matter what scene is about to play out, she has no interest in reliving it.
She only notices Marsh after she's gone off book, and that first backhand nearly knocks her over, would have if she hadn't grabbed for the curtain. Her eyes narrow, and she fights the urge to rush him.]
What are you doing? [She struggles not to snarl the words at him, doesn't succeed.]