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[captainshort]

[ voice ]

No.

[It's a rare thing when Holly Short sounds panicked. But she does. And there's lots of it.]

No, no, no.

[The audio screeches out a harsh feedback then a stutter of static as the helmet gets hastily tossed aside.]

Why is it-everything's too close. It's too tight.

I can't breathe.

I can't-

[A window being wrenched open, a gasp

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voice;

[winewomenand]

Holly.

voice;

[captainshort]

What?

[Distant, as if already halfway out to the fire escape. Anywhere in the open is preferable to the living room right now, but she's yelling at her tiny, tiny helmet.]

What now?

voice;

[winewomenand]

What are you doing, raising the damn dead? Calm down.

voice;

[captainshort]

I can't.

[Sitting on the windowsill, a good enough compromise. She can still talk to the helmet without putting it on. Frustrated and more than a little panicked? You bet.]

I didn't realise-this apartment is too damn small.

[urbandev]

You can breathe. Close your eyes and just concentrate on breathing. You're going to be fine, Captain.

[captainshort]

I know. Tell that to my body.

[urbandev]

I know. Close your eyes. Deep breaths. You'll manage.

[captainshort]

Tell me it's not as bad an idea as I think it is to go to the beach with Robin.

[cal_sitter]

I suppose he found you.

[captainshort]

Hi, Niko.

[cal_sitter]

Any better?

[captainshort]

... We're going to the beach. And I don't have my gun.

[snapofmyfingers]

Captain...?

[captainshort]

I'm fine, sir.

[snapofmyfingers]

If you say so...