[ They're marching along in awkward, not-quite-companionable silence; he's only good at casual conversation when he specifically chooses to be. But Frank notices, after a while, that Marie's fallen quiet as she has to focus on keeping up with him, starting to work on catching her breath along those long avenues. Frank isn't that tall, but he has a quick, bullish kind of stride. So he slows down and eases up his pace.
Odd, for a woman who'd been so quick in a fight; he'd expected her to be in better shape. ]
You alright? That purple light didn't do anything to you?
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Odd, for a woman who'd been so quick in a fight; he'd expected her to be in better shape. ]
You alright? That purple light didn't do anything to you?