Re: [Quicklog: Louis/Peggy]
[Reluctantly Peggy sat back on her heels when Louis waved one hand past her face, but she didn't entirely stop hovering, ready to stop him from cracking his head open on the floor if he lost consciousness again. She'd have to do it with her left hand, of course, but she could do it.
Peggy wasn't sure why the man was coughing; there wasn't any smoke and the air was a little stale but decent, implying some sort of filter or grate that led to the surface somewhere, confirming that this was as much work space as storage space.
She too looked down at her arm. The gauntlet was metallic in some places, though some of the patterns were a little disturbing, and she found it a lot lighter than it looked. It was also noticeably warm.] I haven't been able to get it off. Let's hope I don't have to cut my arm off to--
[Peggy cut off with a gasp when the metal began to liquefy, shrink, and then reform, like running quicksilver. Reflexively she tried to shake it off, but nothing came free, and in the time it took her to toss her hand twice, it was something else entirely.]
Well. [Peggy cleared her throat.] I'll have to work on that later. Can you stand?