[Steph ducks at the first gunshot, but by the time she sees the Handler and clocks the shooter, he's already dead.]
Shit.
[It's more of a welp than anything, despite the cruse word, because she can't find it in herself to actually care about the Handler living or dying, not when he's treating another human being like a tool.
She stands back up, wincing when it pulls at the gash on her thigh, but decides it's a problem for later. The adrenalin and thrill of the fight is wearing off as everything that she just witness sinks in.]
Let's give that back up a call, I wanna get the hell out of here before more people turn up.
[If she walks a little quicker back into the ship, well, maybe Giovanni won't point it out.]
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Shit.
[It's more of a welp than anything, despite the cruse word, because she can't find it in herself to actually care about the Handler living or dying, not when he's treating another human being like a tool.
She stands back up, wincing when it pulls at the gash on her thigh, but decides it's a problem for later. The adrenalin and thrill of the fight is wearing off as everything that she just witness sinks in.]
Let's give that back up a call, I wanna get the hell out of here before more people turn up.
[If she walks a little quicker back into the ship, well, maybe Giovanni won't point it out.]