[ Qubit starts pacing as he waits for a response, restlessly flexing and extending the fingers of his other hand. The pain's faded to an uncomfortable heat and tingling now, but it'll still be a minute before it's gone entirely. He's got to be missing some context here - why did she bolt? If she'd just waited ten seconds, he could have explained himself. Maybe he shouldn't have raised his voice, but that hardly warranted -
It's at this moment that he turns, and sees a top hat.
And beneath the top hat is a man with murder in his eyes, barreling toward him at full tilt. ]
What the -
[ Now, Qubit's teleportals don't work in Anchor. He knows this. He's known this since the day he arrived. But old reflexes die hard. His hand flies to his wristwatch automatically, but of course that's not going to help this time, and he's just used up both of the seconds he had left to react. ]
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It's at this moment that he turns, and sees a top hat.
And beneath the top hat is a man with murder in his eyes, barreling toward him at full tilt. ]
What the -
[ Now, Qubit's teleportals don't work in Anchor. He knows this. He's known this since the day he arrived. But old reflexes die hard. His hand flies to his wristwatch automatically, but of course that's not going to help this time, and he's just used up both of the seconds he had left to react. ]