[ Buffy looks up at Rafael when she feELS HIM WATCHING HER like he's asking permission and her stomach sinks, twisting with a sick feeling that has bile rising in her throat. The last thing she wants to do is give him the nod. This all sits badly enough to start, hiding bodies and killing people who are just following orders, but the guy is in pain, and—
The snapping noise makes her eyes widen, expression awash with disbelief. She knows exactly what made the sound without looking, and her eyes never leave Rafael's as her gaze becomes strained. Her eyes sting and she finally clenches them shut, steeling her gut.
Now's not the time.
Her head ducks a little, shoulders hunching and she finally opens her eyes, looking away from Rafael as she starts towards Rocket and the plane. ]
Their fugitive. He's coming with us. We need do something with the bodies; let's clean this up and be ready to go when the others get here.
[ 'We' really means Archer and Spike should totally do something with the bodies, because she's already walking away and expecting Rocket to follow so they can find somewhere on the plane to hide him in case this ... becomes a problem again. ]
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The snapping noise makes her eyes widen, expression awash with disbelief. She knows exactly what made the sound without looking, and her eyes never leave Rafael's as her gaze becomes strained. Her eyes sting and she finally clenches them shut, steeling her gut.
Now's not the time.
Her head ducks a little, shoulders hunching and she finally opens her eyes, looking away from Rafael as she starts towards Rocket and the plane. ]
Their fugitive. He's coming with us. We need do something with the bodies; let's clean this up and be ready to go when the others get here.
[ 'We' really means Archer and Spike should totally do something with the bodies, because she's already walking away and expecting Rocket to follow so they can find somewhere on the plane to hide him in case this ... becomes a problem again. ]