Lucy goes tense, trying not to shiver as the vines speak again. It's something that she thinks will grow less startling, but then, she doesn't want that to be the case. She wants to be out of here, somewhere with doctors, where John can get looked at and they'll all be safe. Up here, right now, she's helpless and she hates it, almost as much as she hates having to be this damn scared.
"What does it mean?" she asks, wary, hanging back a few steps. Much as she wishes she had an article of clothing to spare, she doesn't, and that's a little frustrating, too, in its own right.
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Date: 2012-11-08 09:39 pm (UTC)"What does it mean?" she asks, wary, hanging back a few steps. Much as she wishes she had an article of clothing to spare, she doesn't, and that's a little frustrating, too, in its own right.