Myra can do little else besides watch with a grave look upon her face, and catches herself feeling something almost kin to pity at the sight of The Shadow. He deserved every ounce of this victory, and here he was being forced to hand it over. It would feel like a failure, and to Myra's knowledge, The Shadow never failed.
As his coughs start to subside, she pours a little more tea into his cup, but not enough to chance spilling if he decides to drink and another fit seizes him.
She sets the teakettle down, and her hand lays on her gun, picking it up along with her magazine, and holding them in her hands. Once he finishes coughing, she speaks.
"Whatever needs to get done, Chief, you just say the word." Quietly, without any sort of ceremony she puts the slide back into the gun and holsters it. There is no hidden meaning behind the action, she's simply busying her hands for a moment. "If it suits you, once they're on the run we can try to keep on their tails until you're set."
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Date: 2009-07-09 08:52 pm (UTC)As his coughs start to subside, she pours a little more tea into his cup, but not enough to chance spilling if he decides to drink and another fit seizes him.
She sets the teakettle down, and her hand lays on her gun, picking it up along with her magazine, and holding them in her hands. Once he finishes coughing, she speaks.
"Whatever needs to get done, Chief, you just say the word." Quietly, without any sort of ceremony she puts the slide back into the gun and holsters it. There is no hidden meaning behind the action, she's simply busying her hands for a moment. "If it suits you, once they're on the run we can try to keep on their tails until you're set."