Re: [Quicklog: Louis/Peggy]
[It took a long minute for him to fully regain his breath, but he tried to wave her off well before then.] I'm fine, I'm fine. [He hardly knew who he was talking to. Yes, no, it was Peggy, the woman he'd come in with. Where was he? The room, the closed room under the subway.
As he thought about it, the door slammed decisively open.
He leaned back against the wall, still coughing a bit. He hadn't noticed the door, or the screens, or her arm, just yet.] I'm fine. Thank you. I think - I think I fell.
[The events of the last few minutes were a complete jumble. He didn't really know how he'd made it to the floor. She had been picking up a metal...thing from in front of the screen, and then...
Oh, there it was, on her arm as if it had always been there.] Is that... [Another cough.] Wise? [He still seemed dazed, and there was a bruise forming on the left side of his face, where he had struck the wall.
Outside, there was no deafening crash, thank god, and no sign that any train had met with misadventure. But there was some shouting from the platform, alarm and surprise, that could be heard even from this distance.]