She watched it, she saw it upon her screens. She had seen what had happened, it wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last. The vile woman stood behind her, tutting.
“Such a shame.”
“Get out.” Garcia said firmly.
“I don’t think now is a time to grow a heart.”
Garcia rose to a stand, her temper peeked as she looked at Rita. “I said get out! I am done helping you!” Her hands balled into fists, her body shook. Her world was slowly crashing in on her as she stood there, her world slowly swallowing her up.
elof-tar asked: -widens his eyes slightly.- Cam-error. An error that can fly you to China and back here so quickly? That is most intriguing. -tilts his head from side to side and sways absently.- Where are your wings?
-Laughs- Cam-er-a. It’s not a means of flights, look. -She moved to the keyboard and then pointed to the computer nearest him- China.
The Knocker seems to be very nervous, unsure even. Doesn’t seem to adapt to the fighting style yet, and seems a bit out there.
elof-tar asked: -gazes at Garcia as if a comet just crashed to earth and gained sentience, then purses his lips thinly.- I did not understand most of that, but you seem to be a very adept warrior in your medium.
Oh that I am, one of the best. I have camera’s from here to China, and even America!