Anwei tries to squash herself flat so that he can get his arm around her. Her ribcage isn't really set up for that, though, and it's a relief when she feel the familiar machined metal cylinder in her hand.
"Got it!" Her fingers move quickly over the memorized switches, setting it by feel in the dark. She would be shooting as straight up as she could manage; she wanted to burn out to air as quickly as she could.
When had she charged the powerpack last? She didn't remember. Hopefully it was recently.
"Going to burn a hole for air first."
She put the lens-end against the box over her, and slid it to a corner as far above her head as she could manage. She didn't know what they were buried in; if it was sand she didn't fancy having liquid glass run down into her face. She moved, tucking her other arm tight to her chest to loosen her jacket, and ruching the material of her sleeve up around the laser and the cloth and wood; she wanted as little air as possible to reach the hotspot. Dying of smoke inhalation would be faster than suffocation, but probably more unpleasant.
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"Got it!" Her fingers move quickly over the memorized switches, setting it by feel in the dark. She would be shooting as straight up as she could manage; she wanted to burn out to air as quickly as she could.
When had she charged the powerpack last? She didn't remember. Hopefully it was recently.
"Going to burn a hole for air first."
She put the lens-end against the box over her, and slid it to a corner as far above her head as she could manage. She didn't know what they were buried in; if it was sand she didn't fancy having liquid glass run down into her face. She moved, tucking her other arm tight to her chest to loosen her jacket, and ruching the material of her sleeve up around the laser and the cloth and wood; she wanted as little air as possible to reach the hotspot. Dying of smoke inhalation would be faster than suffocation, but probably more unpleasant.
"Ready?"