For a moment, Tom was struck dumb...but that didn't last long. Registering the fact that the area was clear, and then the fact that Rachel had stormed down here to...*collect* him...Tom finally realized the look on her face was that 'eat shit and die' scowl she tried so hard to pull off and failed at, miserably.
This time, however, she was damn close to actually making it work.
Looking down at the liquid nitrogen in his hand, then at the timer, he watched the red LED lights switch from 1:00 to 0:59.
Cursing under his breath, he leaned over and sprayed the timer one more time, then dropped the nitrogen as he turned and started stalking towards her. Reaching out to grab her hand, for a moment he felt like he was grabbing something else...something bigger. Like a rope being lowered into a hole, pulling him out...
"Let's beat it." he commanded as he tugged her along. "We still might die anyway."
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Date: 2006-05-29 01:11 am (UTC)This time, however, she was damn close to actually making it work.
Looking down at the liquid nitrogen in his hand, then at the timer, he watched the red LED lights switch from 1:00 to 0:59.
Cursing under his breath, he leaned over and sprayed the timer one more time, then dropped the nitrogen as he turned and started stalking towards her. Reaching out to grab her hand, for a moment he felt like he was grabbing something else...something bigger. Like a rope being lowered into a hole, pulling him out...
"Let's beat it." he commanded as he tugged her along. "We still might die anyway."