[The comment about the Avengers makes her mouth twist. She hasn't been an Avenger for a long time, but she can't really say much about the sacrificial play. Better not to say anything at all, then, and she lets her lips simply purse together in absence of comment.
When he approaches, she motions to the befallen lamp with a flourish of her hand. She was planning on him being the brawn.]
Be my guest.
[He can do the work and she'll do the cutting. It's fair, right?]
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When he approaches, she motions to the befallen lamp with a flourish of her hand. She was planning on him being the brawn.]
Be my guest.
[He can do the work and she'll do the cutting. It's fair, right?]