Re: quicklog: connie/matt/etain
[The handkerchief was clutched and she managed a nod, the sound of the siren coming closer and closer as time ticked by. Her gaze flicked over towards Connie when she spoke, and it was clear that the words surprised her.] Supernatural stuff? [Etain trailed off, dragging her gaze, slowly, back towards Matt even as another cough wracked her body, thin shoulders shaking, more blood, but this time into the handkerchief. Briefly, she wondered if he'd want it back. A morbid thought, really.
Once she had settled again, she breathed slowly, just as the man had asked. This wasn't precisely how this situation was supposed to go, but she supposed that it could have gone much worse. As it were, she'd have to lay low again, settle, and see how things went.]