[ Elena grins cheekily and then it slips as he fires off question after question. They're not the kind she wants to answer, she knows how freaked out he'll get if she answered him straight. Nate doesn't need to know that she's been shot and that the back of her shirt has a dark stain spreading over the back of her shoulder. He might notice when she turns around but Elena would prefer to put him in front of her and pass off the gun. It isn't sitting well with her that she'd had to actually kill someone with it.
She begins to frown then, gun waving as if that'll dismiss his concerns. Not that she means to be dismissive at all, it's just that there's a bullet embedded in her shoulder that she would really appreciate getting out. ] I'm here, aren't I? Why else would I be here? Someone's gotta bust your ass out.
[ Ah, crap. Elena would love to touch him, she'd love for nothing more than to kiss and hug him, to look him over for anything she can't see. But as soon as he moves in and reaches for her, Elena takes that hand to stop him. It gets squeezed and she forces a smile, not wanting to worry him. He needs to focus not on her but on helping her get out, cooperating. ]
It's nothing. Look Nate, we need to get you out of here. That's the whole point of me comin' in here to get you. Don't make this all for nothing, alright?
Here, you in front. The sooner we get out of here the better. [ The gun's going to be passed off, gratefully, and she hopes to God that he'll take it and not ask anymore questions. That he'll go along with whatever plan she's got.
First, however, she does give pause and her brows knit. How could she be so inconsiderate? She had been so, so worried all this time, and now finally she's gotten to him... ] I'm sorry, are you alright?
it's no worries!
[ Elena grins cheekily and then it slips as he fires off question after question. They're not the kind she wants to answer, she knows how freaked out he'll get if she answered him straight. Nate doesn't need to know that she's been shot and that the back of her shirt has a dark stain spreading over the back of her shoulder. He might notice when she turns around but Elena would prefer to put him in front of her and pass off the gun. It isn't sitting well with her that she'd had to actually kill someone with it.
She begins to frown then, gun waving as if that'll dismiss his concerns. Not that she means to be dismissive at all, it's just that there's a bullet embedded in her shoulder that she would really appreciate getting out. ] I'm here, aren't I? Why else would I be here? Someone's gotta bust your ass out.
[ Ah, crap. Elena would love to touch him, she'd love for nothing more than to kiss and hug him, to look him over for anything she can't see. But as soon as he moves in and reaches for her, Elena takes that hand to stop him. It gets squeezed and she forces a smile, not wanting to worry him. He needs to focus not on her but on helping her get out, cooperating. ]
It's nothing. Look Nate, we need to get you out of here. That's the whole point of me comin' in here to get you. Don't make this all for nothing, alright?
Here, you in front. The sooner we get out of here the better. [ The gun's going to be passed off, gratefully, and she hopes to God that he'll take it and not ask anymore questions. That he'll go along with whatever plan she's got.
First, however, she does give pause and her brows knit. How could she be so inconsiderate? She had been so, so worried all this time, and now finally she's gotten to him... ] I'm sorry, are you alright?