[He'd seen the rifle, but given no one dangerous was present, it wasn't the top priority; when Una mentioned it, though, Tim shifted, reaching over to grab it. He sure as hell wasn't going to hold onto it, though, and handed it off to Una quickly.]
I'm armed. [He didn't need a weapon, but he wasn't going to take the time to explain it.] You know who it was? [He had his guesses, but certainty never hurt.]
I'd try her Inmate first. [Frances cocked her head toward the door before slipping her arms around Sarah.] Shhh, I've got you, dearie. I know. They'll get what's coming to them. [She wanted to get a good look at her eyes but she could smell the chemicals, and common sense kicked in.] We should probably get her to a sink and flush her eyes out before taking her downstairs.
[Creeper, what, that is Tim's job. He's a little too zeroed in on getting Amanda down there to really notice Rinzler until he's close. But Amanda's cooperating and all that, so. Keep on creepering, sir.]
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She's already told Una to come get it, and she doesn't want them using it to take down Amanda. It's not a "fire at the ceiling" kind of weapon.
She feels light-headed for a moment and clutches to Frances.]
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Thank god you're here. Tim-behind you. [She gestures to the rifle.]
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I'm armed. [He didn't need a weapon, but he wasn't going to take the time to explain it.] You know who it was? [He had his guesses, but certainty never hurt.]
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My room's right down here; we can take her there to wash up. That's Amanda's room, right there.
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[And he's bowing out to go drag Amanda down to zero.]
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Over by the stairs.
Watching.
Like a creeper.
...Let him know if you need help with that, Tim.]
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