Answering Knock Out's questions helps to pass the time as well; she does her best to explain whatever he doesn't quite understand, though there are some things that she doesn't have very good answers for. The Victorian era had never been a specialty of hers, but hopefully that didn't impede his enjoyment of the stories.
"Oh lord, sugar, let's definitely steer clear of cows," she says with a grimace. "I don't think either of us would enjoy smelling like them for days on end. There are plenty of other options out there." And if all else failed, they could just sleep under the stars for all she cared. Anywhere but with the cows.
Opening the door, she steps out into the fresh evening air, breathing in deep and being grateful for the lack of eau de bovine in the air. She takes just a few steps away from him, peering up at the large structure he's found them for a night "This is nice, Knock Ou—"
Her voice cuts off with a gasp as one of her greatest nightmares comes back to life and a Sentintel lands in front of her, swooping in from out of nowhere. Panic and fear grip her chest as she takes in the sight of its transparent faceplate and metal limbs, one hand already stretching out toward her with deadly purpose. She doesn't even think then, years of instinct kicking in as she throws herself to the side and runs. There's no contest between fight or flight for her — flight, it's always flight, with her heart pounding in her chest and adrenaline pushing her toward the compound.
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"Oh lord, sugar, let's definitely steer clear of cows," she says with a grimace. "I don't think either of us would enjoy smelling like them for days on end. There are plenty of other options out there." And if all else failed, they could just sleep under the stars for all she cared. Anywhere but with the cows.
Opening the door, she steps out into the fresh evening air, breathing in deep and being grateful for the lack of eau de bovine in the air. She takes just a few steps away from him, peering up at the large structure he's found them for a night "This is nice, Knock Ou—"
Her voice cuts off with a gasp as one of her greatest nightmares comes back to life and a Sentintel lands in front of her, swooping in from out of nowhere. Panic and fear grip her chest as she takes in the sight of its transparent faceplate and metal limbs, one hand already stretching out toward her with deadly purpose. She doesn't even think then, years of instinct kicking in as she throws herself to the side and runs. There's no contest between fight or flight for her — flight, it's always flight, with her heart pounding in her chest and adrenaline pushing her toward the compound.