Originally Posted by
Benson
"Maybeh afta' thish I'll--"
"Youh bette'r watch it..my tongue might slip the trigger....!" One could here a slight wavering in her voice as if though she were trying to keep control of her tongue, which was pressed against the trigger.
Fox grimaced and the nudged at Icy gesturing to his watch, his cloaking watch. Fox began to walk away, backing out of the cart slowly before exiting all together, with the door left open on purpose.