Marie is, all things considered, more concerned with the recent apocalypse than she is with Shay's fort-building habits. Her beloved Paris is trashed, and she's been subsisting on what she can take from the surviving citizens of Metropolis and the not-so-surviving citizens of the rest of this continent.
However.
Bringing in that cargo liner was bizarre. Matter shouldn't do that - and, she realizes, she's 'seen' this same bizarre person out of the corner of her 'eye' doing much the same thing on a smaller scale several times since the world exploded.
Excuse her suspicion, Shay. Previously to meeting you, she had only ever seen one thing that contorted the spacetime continuum into pretzels and moved things from one place to another. And sure, the transfer points aren't a whole lot like Shay's rips, but they accomplish the same effect, do they not
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"Scuse me for being nosy," she says lightly, keeping a close watch on his movements with her other sight, "but you wouldn't be the person who brought in all those fucked-up monsters and shit, would you?"
He's close enough that she can 'watch' his heartbeat and breathing. People tend to give signs when they lie. Marie isn't perfect at reading them, but she can certainly try.
"It's a little complicated. A lot of it is maths - Everything has to be calculated perfectly. But I can make incisions in space. There's nothing really beyond space, including no real concept of distance or ... anything, really. So from there, as long as you know where you're going, you can make another tear somewhere else."
However.
Bringing in that cargo liner was bizarre. Matter shouldn't do that - and, she realizes, she's 'seen' this same bizarre person out of the corner of her 'eye' doing much the same thing on a smaller scale several times since the world exploded.
Excuse her suspicion, Shay. Previously to meeting you, she had only ever seen one thing that contorted the spacetime continuum into pretzels and moved things from one place to another. And sure, the transfer points aren't a whole lot like Shay's rips, but they accomplish the same effect, do they not ( ... )
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Her French accent is noticeable but no impediment to understanding.
"I'm Marie."
The second half of her name she reserves for people she's certain didn't cause the world to end.
"What's with the boat?"
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"Some fort," she comments.
"How'd you get it here?"
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He's close enough that she can 'watch' his heartbeat and breathing. People tend to give signs when they lie. Marie isn't perfect at reading them, but she can certainly try.
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--is standing next to him on the deck.
"Just checking."
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She's not laughing at you, Shay. Not at all. Ignore the smirk behind the curtain.
"I can."
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"Race you to what's left of New York," she says lightly.
Flick.
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Woot, New York.
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"How do you do that?" she asks curiously. "I just move. You actually do something to the space you move through. I've never seen anything like it."
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