[She has no scope of reference for it, no ability to process it or even relate to it. Her mind keeps seizing on the sheer size and enormity of it all. She's left with the only thing she knows how to do... latch onto the practical. While Kevin stares out over the wreckage, she fishes a couple kerchiefs from her belt and folds them...
She reaches up to tug on his sleeve, and only hesitates a single moment at his somber expression.]
Here... cover your nose. I don't think the air's healthy.
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She reaches up to tug on his sleeve, and only hesitates a single moment at his somber expression.]
Here... cover your nose. I don't think the air's healthy.