Re: log: flash/felicity hang at the lab
If Reaper was at full strength and Flash wasn't in the room, she would have booked it. She was fearless which owed a little or maybe a lot to scientists who played poker with her DNA but she wasn't stupid. Her luck might hold out but then again? She didn't feel like getting experimental. Her fingertips dripped water and she wiped them on the sequins of her skirt.
"Hold on, champ," because bravery wasn't bravery if she'd seen the thing spook crystal-goblins and ride shadows better than she could solo but the guy in the t-shirt with the comic book had it on a leash. "You're here, remember? If he gets a little attached, I'm not the one he's headed for." Fearlessness was a different ball-game and she wasn't on the pitch tonight. She uncapped the bottle of tequila and it spilled as she poured it into test-tubes but nobody here really cared about it mixing with whatever was already on the floor. It was probably more sanitary that way.
And if Flash's smile was more armor, she wasn't in the mood yet to shove her fingers through the chinks.
"They've got this on camera," she warned and she didn't need to look up to know there were multishots. "So you've got to make this cinematic if we're going to do it." Grin, painted pink and she tipped her own test-tube back and swallowed on burn.