[ Her attention is drawn by that clatter. For two quickened heartbeats, her eyes are narrowed as she stares the blonde boy in the face. On the third, her eyes widen.
And yet she doesn't feel afraid. Maybe it's a stupid thing, a sign of real stupidity, to not be afraid when your enemy has found you. After all, here she is, surrounded by a man whose duty it is to see her dead and his closest allies, far away from any source of protection or support. And there's a flood of adrenaline that goes through her, that lights up her nerves from toes up - but in the flush of danger comes cool-headedness. It's almost refreshing. It's like stepping out of a stuffy room for fresh air. That not-fear is energizing more than anything.
Step one: get out of here. Mandrake knows her now. He knows she's here, that Lizzie is Kitty Jones, that Kitty Jones is still active in the fight. That can't be undone. A confrontation will come now. But she can make sure that the confrontation isn't here, in these unfavorable conditions. So:
She'd been going for her soda from her bag, about to take a drink, when the disguised Mandrake had spoken. It's in her hand, now, and with two quick jerks of her wrist she splashes it at the faces of both Kate and Billy. It's just plain, ordinary soda, but she acts like it's a weapon, hurls it at them like it's corrosive acid, and even though it won't do a damned thing it might at least give them pause while they try to figure out what she just threw at them. (It's orange-flavored, and rather tasty.)
And then she turns, and dashes headlong back towards the Porter. ]
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And yet she doesn't feel afraid. Maybe it's a stupid thing, a sign of real stupidity, to not be afraid when your enemy has found you. After all, here she is, surrounded by a man whose duty it is to see her dead and his closest allies, far away from any source of protection or support. And there's a flood of adrenaline that goes through her, that lights up her nerves from toes up - but in the flush of danger comes cool-headedness. It's almost refreshing. It's like stepping out of a stuffy room for fresh air. That not-fear is energizing more than anything.
Step one: get out of here. Mandrake knows her now. He knows she's here, that Lizzie is Kitty Jones, that Kitty Jones is still active in the fight. That can't be undone. A confrontation will come now. But she can make sure that the confrontation isn't here, in these unfavorable conditions. So:
She'd been going for her soda from her bag, about to take a drink, when the disguised Mandrake had spoken. It's in her hand, now, and with two quick jerks of her wrist she splashes it at the faces of both Kate and Billy. It's just plain, ordinary soda, but she acts like it's a weapon, hurls it at them like it's corrosive acid, and even though it won't do a damned thing it might at least give them pause while they try to figure out what she just threw at them. (It's orange-flavored, and rather tasty.)
And then she turns, and dashes headlong back towards the Porter. ]