[ Joel's already starting to move again, scoping out both ends of the hall - though neither seems more promising than the other. Malcolm's question earns a short scoff, as he glances back at him. ]
Things like that? Rip you to shreds, most likely.
[ At least in his experience. Which has heavily colored his response to this whole situation, clearly, as he starts toward the far end of the hall. ]
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Things like that? Rip you to shreds, most likely.
[ At least in his experience. Which has heavily colored his response to this whole situation, clearly, as he starts toward the far end of the hall. ]
You didn't get scratched, did you? Bit?