[ The knocks are dull thuds, hollow, on the other side of the entrance; Resnik presses a pad to her right where she'd been waiting and the heavy bridge doors slide open with a quiet hiss. Ward's behind her, tall and still and quiet; Resnik moves aside to let Hotspur over the threshold, and her eyes follow his movements, assessing, narrow.
He looks like he'd run. She doesn't have a doubt in her mind that what he has to say is important—not if he's looking like this—and not if that little black box in his hands is any indication.
She says, quietly, ] What can we do for you, Hotspur?
ACCIÓN!
He looks like he'd run. She doesn't have a doubt in her mind that what he has to say is important—not if he's looking like this—and not if that little black box in his hands is any indication.
She says, quietly, ] What can we do for you, Hotspur?