[he was keeping a respectful distance, he didn’t want to startle her. and in retrospect, he was probably just outside her peripheral vision. ]
—— I asked your name, as I don’t believe we’ve met.
[ pale eyes lift towards the figure, and subsequently narrow —- somehow, the man hovering above her strikes her uncannily familiar. the trouble is the struggle to place a name to a face. ]
[ her jaw clenches, realization dawning on her strained mind. it’s him. ]
Cara. Cara Coburn.
“…you’ll blow the place up? Cause I can totally help out with that.”
“Killian McCrane. A pleasure, I’m sure. Where’s John?”
[ muscles tense reflexively, turning sharply on booted heel. ]
Pleasure? Not … quite.
[ she speaks through gritted teeth, chin held high as she cast her narrow gaze upon the man. she’s heard of him —- hard not to have, considering events in the fairly recent past. ]
He’s not here.
[ panicked features settle into
calmer, and she take the smallest
step possible towards what
she’s decided to class ‘safety’. ]
H-how?
There’s a place,
a haven of sorts,
for people like you.
People like us.
Down there, you’re
safe from Ultra.
—- you do know
about Ultra, right?
