[ A part of her wants to protect that she's just saying what's factually accurate here, but something about Claude seems to stop her. Maybe it's the way he insists, which is.. weird. Yeah, sure, Claude is nice enough that he probably doesn't want to be seeing people all over the place here even though it's inevitable, but this seems weirdly more insisting than that.
(Which may have something to do with Ange's utter inability to process the fact that anyone might care for her on a personal level that easily.)
It leaves her staring at him for a moment, almost like she's trying to determine what he's getting at. She comes up with nothing due to the above mentioned inability though, so she opens her mouth to reply first. ]
I mean, I'm not sure that's enough to keep us safe, Claude. I don't think anything is.
[ That message on the network had sounded rather ominous, after all. ]
I won't put it past this place to just want to kill all of us off. Even if we're careful [ - Ange, honey, that's a little bit too much emphasis on the if when Claude really would like it to be a when - ] there's a high chance of death.
[ A slight pause, and then she adds, almost a little awkwardly: ]
That's why I said the cannon fodder thing in the first place. I'm not stupid. I know my chances, and I'm definitely not likely to make it out of this alive. Not even if I'd just sit around inside and twiddle my thumbs all day. [ Sorry, Claude. She knows you don't want talk of it, but Ange feels like it's stupid to ignore something like this when it feels so obvious and inevitable to her.
Hell, she's only bothering to clarify because she actually cares about Claude's opinion and feelings in the first place. Hence the slight awkwardness to it. Ange isn't used to going out of her way like that, but she's doing it here, staring at him. ]
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(Which may have something to do with Ange's utter inability to process the fact that anyone might care for her on a personal level that easily.)
It leaves her staring at him for a moment, almost like she's trying to determine what he's getting at. She comes up with nothing due to the above mentioned inability though, so she opens her mouth to reply first. ]
I mean, I'm not sure that's enough to keep us safe, Claude. I don't think anything is.
[ That message on the network had sounded rather ominous, after all. ]
I won't put it past this place to just want to kill all of us off. Even if we're careful [ - Ange, honey, that's a little bit too much emphasis on the if when Claude really would like it to be a when - ] there's a high chance of death.
[ A slight pause, and then she adds, almost a little awkwardly: ]
That's why I said the cannon fodder thing in the first place. I'm not stupid. I know my chances, and I'm definitely not likely to make it out of this alive. Not even if I'd just sit around inside and twiddle my thumbs all day. [ Sorry, Claude. She knows you don't want talk of it, but Ange feels like it's stupid to ignore something like this when it feels so obvious and inevitable to her.
Hell, she's only bothering to clarify because she actually cares about Claude's opinion and feelings in the first place. Hence the slight awkwardness to it. Ange isn't used to going out of her way like that, but she's doing it here, staring at him. ]