[ That speeding car hits a wall and goes up in a giant, firey ball of wreckage.
Rather, the second his arm goes around her shoulder, she stiffens, and the moment he leans in close, she sneers something ugly. Worse than a brothel patron - and they had been terrible when she first arrived, in England - assumed that a woman there only had one job, and a foreign woman at that. Had to settle it much the same until they worked out that she definitely wasn't there for anyone's amusement. Granted, she doesn't have a table to smash his forehead into to make her point, but she's got something in her hands. The surgeical tools.
Rather, she's got - a trepanning drill and forceps? Very well, it would do. Turns them about in her fingers quickly where her hands are in the water, and swings their grip. Snaps quick to bring the drill up, and lays it to his neck, not digging in but turning his face away with it from her. A promise that if he pushes it will hurt a great deal more.
The forceps - she's merciful. She could not be. The sound works well enough in favour a ominous open and shut snap of metal from somewhere high up on the inside of his thigh. Doesn't touch, but the implication is obvious. ]
'Demonstrate' to me or any other woman in camp again, and I will aim to clamp somewhere higher.
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Rather, the second his arm goes around her shoulder, she stiffens, and the moment he leans in close, she sneers something ugly. Worse than a brothel patron - and they had been terrible when she first arrived, in England - assumed that a woman there only had one job, and a foreign woman at that. Had to settle it much the same until they worked out that she definitely wasn't there for anyone's amusement. Granted, she doesn't have a table to smash his forehead into to make her point, but she's got something in her hands. The surgeical tools.
Rather, she's got - a trepanning drill and forceps? Very well, it would do. Turns them about in her fingers quickly where her hands are in the water, and swings their grip. Snaps quick to bring the drill up, and lays it to his neck, not digging in but turning his face away with it from her. A promise that if he pushes it will hurt a great deal more.
The forceps - she's merciful. She could not be. The sound works well enough in favour a ominous open and shut snap of metal from somewhere high up on the inside of his thigh. Doesn't touch, but the implication is obvious. ]
'Demonstrate' to me or any other woman in camp again, and I will aim to clamp somewhere higher.