Re: quicklog: cat, matt, steve
[Matt stood when Cat stood, and tried not to look at the thing lingering in the pool of blood at their feet like a shorn tendon. She wasn't gushing blood, and she could stand, at least for now. The scream raked through him, and then she was on her feet.
He looked to the indistinct shape of the man beside him, watched him hoist his metal shield with the lightness of practice and enhancement. His arm still gleamed in the low light. There were no secrets here, and there was that feeling again, looking at the dark shape a little too hard, trying to pick up even a single detail that would scratch the itch and tell him why. Maybe he was just on edge, from Cat and the things still twitching beyond the servers, trying to get up again. He felt every inch of what he'd been trying to explain to Cat. He was on the knife's edge, and he could go either way.
Eddie. Matt didn't know him, but if Cat thought he might have a solution, that was good enough. He watched her promise her friend that they could help who they found, and he sensed something he didn't like on the horizon, let it pass over. He didn't know why he didn't like it. He didn't always know why he felt anything, now that he had likes and dislikes. In the current situation, it wasn't useful, so he let the feeling go.
Her friend liked giving orders. Matt picked up his gun and pulled the canister at his side loose from his belt with a click, unjamming the clip from where he'd wedged it behind his belt.] Don't have to ask twice. [If they burned, he wanted to see them burn.
He didn't think about the wires that could still be in Cat's blood, because he didn't want to think about them. If they were there, they'd find out soon. If they were embedded that deep, there would be nothing anyone could do for her.