[Good on him for sticking with it. Dave doesn't wait up, but he's not going too fast anyway, peering at the walls of the shaft for any traces of blood or scrapes to indicate where she'd gone. It's hard to see in the dark through the smoke still rising from the rubble down below – jesus, how the hell did Wash crawl out of that alive? – and having sunglasses on probably doesn't help.
Stifling a cough in his elbow, he leans in and begrudingly lifts his shades so he can actually see.]
She sure as fuck wasn't trying to keep a low profile anymore.
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Stifling a cough in his elbow, he leans in and begrudingly lifts his shades so he can actually see.]
She sure as fuck wasn't trying to keep a low profile anymore.