[ Even in the midst of a possible crisis, Root's voice is soft and lilting, carrying something empathetic to it. Almost sweet.
That can be enormously deceptive, but in this case it's right on the mark, because she hurriedly shuffles the shotgun to rest behind her back and goes down on one knee in front of him. Both her hands reach out to take his, gloves meeting gloves but undeniable human connection. The dog stands guard nearby, ears pricked. ]
I've got you, [ she assures him, sounding grimly determined and not at all panicked. ] I have a friend with medical training -- can you stand or do I need to drag you?
[ Root will absolutely drag someone around yelling for Shaw if she needs to. ]
no subject
That can be enormously deceptive, but in this case it's right on the mark, because she hurriedly shuffles the shotgun to rest behind her back and goes down on one knee in front of him. Both her hands reach out to take his, gloves meeting gloves but undeniable human connection. The dog stands guard nearby, ears pricked. ]
I've got you, [ she assures him, sounding grimly determined and not at all panicked. ] I have a friend with medical training -- can you stand or do I need to drag you?
[ Root will absolutely drag someone around yelling for Shaw if she needs to. ]