[And Fiona finally twists out of Wilson's grip when her expression turns... well, sour. Or, less poetically, like her icon.]
I'm not. Fucking. Stabbing you. [And then her posture shifts, expression brightening, as she remembers her earlier dedication to keeping the tone light.] People on my planet survive all the time doing this shit to test dummies, okay?
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Date: 2014-10-07 02:10 am (UTC)I'm not. Fucking. Stabbing you. [And then her posture shifts, expression brightening, as she remembers her earlier dedication to keeping the tone light.] People on my planet survive all the time doing this shit to test dummies, okay?