[ her eyes lock on to her target, and with a near perfect measure of swing to her wrist— 2B manages a ring around her target. another, then another. she is just. absolutely obliterating the ring toss game. it's not even fun this way, is it? she gets it right every shot she takes.
—except for this one, when her mark is off by an inch and bumps at the tip of the pillar, falling to the floor.
the silence that beseeches her almost sounds deadly. dan? hold my pod (if he actually needed to hold her pod—). calm and seemingly composed about it though, she answers: ]
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—except for this one, when her mark is off by an inch and bumps at the tip of the pillar, falling to the floor.
the silence that beseeches her almost sounds deadly. dan? hold my pod (if he actually needed to hold her pod—). calm and seemingly composed about it though, she answers: ]
Another.
[ oh, she needs to get that right. ]