[She's about to turn and ask him to stop standing quite so close if he's going to breathe like an asthmatic but-
his voice was at the other end of the hall.]
...Merde-
[She whirls and brings her pistol up, cracking off two shots as soon as she sees whatever it is that's behind her. That isn't Clyde. Dear god what is that-]
no subject
his voice was at the other end of the hall.]
...Merde-
[She whirls and brings her pistol up, cracking off two shots as soon as she sees whatever it is that's behind her. That isn't Clyde. Dear god what is that-]