"I don't remember any rooms. Just here, and the Bunker. I was asleep for a while, but we never went anywhere, as far as Rhys said." Could the town be messing with all of them? Likely, but Rhys is still very aware that if Angel is an anomaly, some kind of new anomaly, he has to be careful.
Especially when she starts getting excited. Rhys forces his heart to settle, forces himself to be calm, casual, conversational, and holds up the tablet for her to see. He's not doing anything questionable.
"Your wings are amazing, Angel. I just want some pictures?" Hope and pray that it's the right con, because it also happens to be true. As he looks at her again, he realizes that she's not wearing his barrette, and there's a small pang of hurt. Did she get rid of it? Was it melted in whatever that purple slag is?
He thumbs the screen briefly, letting her see exactly what he's doing. Not calling for help, nope. Not broadcasting. If this goes bad, it won't matter anyway. He's just going to have to run and pray, in that order.
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Especially when she starts getting excited. Rhys forces his heart to settle, forces himself to be calm, casual, conversational, and holds up the tablet for her to see. He's not doing anything questionable.
"Your wings are amazing, Angel. I just want some pictures?" Hope and pray that it's the right con, because it also happens to be true. As he looks at her again, he realizes that she's not wearing his barrette, and there's a small pang of hurt. Did she get rid of it? Was it melted in whatever that purple slag is?
He thumbs the screen briefly, letting her see exactly what he's doing. Not calling for help, nope. Not broadcasting. If this goes bad, it won't matter anyway. He's just going to have to run and pray, in that order.