[ Rosalind offers her hand and Katsura accepts it, giving it a brief but firm shake. She makes a good point, though. As easy as it would be to sit around and continue shit talking Takasugi, escaping should probably take priority. The scene has continued playing out around them, the short-haired past Katsura finishing off the last of the strange creatures attacking him before taking off for the bow of the ship. Present-day Katsura watches him pass with a thoughtful hum. ]
This ship doesn't last much longer after this. I ended up bailing out on a parachute, eventually.
[She says it briskly, a firm little statement that sounds more like it comes from a teacher than anything. Her eyes are trained on the scene before them, but she offers her hand.]
There's something familiar about that, enough to jar him out of his meandering thoughts about how careless it is for neither of them to have parachutes and how he really needs to get Rosalind up to speed on Jouishishi and-
... Anyway, the offer she makes is more intriguing at the moment so he complies without protest, offering out his hand with nothing more than a curious expression. ]
[Thank god for young men who follow orders. Rosalind has that brief thought, wry and quiet, and tugs lightly at his hand. And then--
Nothing at all happens, and yet something sort of does. There's no noise, no flash of light or feeling of pressure-- and yet in the blink of an eye, the exhale of a breath, suddenly they're in the midst of the field once more. It's raining now, a light drizzle that coats her hair and clothes, and Rosalind blinks, then smiles in satisfaction.]
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[ Rosalind offers her hand and Katsura accepts it, giving it a brief but firm shake. She makes a good point, though. As easy as it would be to sit around and continue shit talking Takasugi, escaping should probably take priority. The scene has continued playing out around them, the short-haired past Katsura finishing off the last of the strange creatures attacking him before taking off for the bow of the ship. Present-day Katsura watches him pass with a thoughtful hum. ]
This ship doesn't last much longer after this. I ended up bailing out on a parachute, eventually.
[ He doesn't heave one of those now, but... ]
I don't suppose you brought one, did you?
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[She says it briskly, a firm little statement that sounds more like it comes from a teacher than anything. Her eyes are trained on the scene before them, but she offers her hand.]
But I've a better idea. Give me your hand.
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There's something familiar about that, enough to jar him out of his meandering thoughts about how careless it is for neither of them to have parachutes and how he really needs to get Rosalind up to speed on Jouishishi and-
... Anyway, the offer she makes is more intriguing at the moment so he complies without protest, offering out his hand with nothing more than a curious expression. ]
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Nothing at all happens, and yet something sort of does. There's no noise, no flash of light or feeling of pressure-- and yet in the blink of an eye, the exhale of a breath, suddenly they're in the midst of the field once more. It's raining now, a light drizzle that coats her hair and clothes, and Rosalind blinks, then smiles in satisfaction.]
Excellent.
[She drops his hand.]