[ She knows she shouldn't be thinking about the living like the dead, but it's hard not to, considering the circumstances, and the irritating muzak and sound effects heralding death and slaughter like livestock at the edges of their hearing. This woman doesn't seem all that interested in her blade as assistance, and if this were a regular situation she'd be protesting, saying she could handle a bit of bloodshed, that she couldn't bear to be left as a survivor solely out of circumstance. But this isn't a regular situation, and this woman is just a ghost that hasn't been separated from her flesh yet, asking for a final act to be done in memory of when she was a person whose decision to try, to do what she could, mattered. And Darcy forgets herself for a moment, losing herself in the role of the psychopomp ushering the stranger to where she needs to go. ]
Yeah, I can do that.
[ She assumes the position, trying to remember if the safety briefing covered how to lower the lifeboats. ]
no subject
Yeah, I can do that.
[ She assumes the position, trying to remember if the safety briefing covered how to lower the lifeboats. ]