It's nice to see Jamie in his element, but there are more pressing matters to take care of.
Eleanor stays put on the gently idling bike, her feet planted in the soft earth on either side to keep it vertical. One hand delves into the right hand pannier and retrieves a small box of bullets, which she then proceeds to press one-by-one into the empty magazine of her pistol. She works with well-practiced speed, and no more than thirty seconds later the slide clunks back into its normal place, chambering the first round.
"Anything's possible, I guess," she concedes.
Noticing Jamie's preoccupation, she peers through the densely ranked trees in the same direction.
"Gingerbread house?" she queries. From her angle very few details can be picked out, but the block of contrasting light is almost certainly a building of some variety. Given what they've been through so far today, her suggestion is reasonable.
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Eleanor stays put on the gently idling bike, her feet planted in the soft earth on either side to keep it vertical. One hand delves into the right hand pannier and retrieves a small box of bullets, which she then proceeds to press one-by-one into the empty magazine of her pistol. She works with well-practiced speed, and no more than thirty seconds later the slide clunks back into its normal place, chambering the first round.
"Anything's possible, I guess," she concedes.
Noticing Jamie's preoccupation, she peers through the densely ranked trees in the same direction.
"Gingerbread house?" she queries. From her angle very few details can be picked out, but the block of contrasting light is almost certainly a building of some variety. Given what they've been through so far today, her suggestion is reasonable.