[ The woman calling herself Deely raises herself to her full height, which is a handful of centimeters greater than his own—not totally surprising. People from the future, especially American women, are bizarrely tall. Still, he doesn't like being loomed over by a woman; it feels unnatural, so jarringly distant from what he's used to.
He doesn't linger long on the thought: there are more important issues at hand, such as what lies on the other side of that door. Not that he plans on opening it with her standing right there, fully exposed. She's a stranger, but he doesn't want to see her get shot. As far as he's aware, other people don't bounce back from fatal gunshot wounds like he did. ]
Get against that wall. [ Vasiliy gestures with the tissue-wrapped hand holding the gun, indicating the wall between the side of the bathroom and the nearer of the two beds. A blind spot for someone coming in from the motel room's one door, and the corner will protect her if whoever may be waiting for them is armed. ]
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He doesn't linger long on the thought: there are more important issues at hand, such as what lies on the other side of that door. Not that he plans on opening it with her standing right there, fully exposed. She's a stranger, but he doesn't want to see her get shot. As far as he's aware, other people don't bounce back from fatal gunshot wounds like he did. ]
Get against that wall. [ Vasiliy gestures with the tissue-wrapped hand holding the gun, indicating the wall between the side of the bathroom and the nearer of the two beds. A blind spot for someone coming in from the motel room's one door, and the corner will protect her if whoever may be waiting for them is armed. ]