[Petrichor had been perfectly content to continue ignoring the strange man absorbed in his communicator, instead looking off at the doorway and fingering along the chain of her dog tags. It was more of a Coalition thing than a mark of someone in the Wreath army, and so it was something that made her lip curl in disgust, but she's already discovered how hard a time she can have when she leaves them behind.
The communicator...is slightly less important. She could get by without it, as long as she was willing to stop playing nice with the other captives. Which is why after a wary glare, she unclasps it from her wrist and tosses it Carlos's way.]
You being careful with that, no-horn. [Or she'll break you.]
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The communicator...is slightly less important. She could get by without it, as long as she was willing to stop playing nice with the other captives. Which is why after a wary glare, she unclasps it from her wrist and tosses it Carlos's way.]
You being careful with that, no-horn. [Or she'll break you.]