Q. " do you really think that's helpful right now ? "
helpful has nothing to do with it. fingers moving a practice run across bloodied keys before the code he'd memorized two hours prior is tapped in in place of a password. the screen flickers, blips out, then unspools umbrella's logo with all the fanfare of some great reveal. cute. two folders over, it's the data he'd been sent for, one right click escorting all that corruption onto a disk he'd frisked from his breast pocket without looking. it'll take a minute ( or several ) and, for knowing that, she'd chipped off a fraction of his already divided attention.
" keep going if you want, " muffled by his mask as it is, there's an undertow that can't be hidden. almost a chuckle. almost. happenstance and close calls had made her a decent enough companion, but theirs wasn't a shared goal and incidental camaraderie didn't equate to much once he'd shaken the circumstantial nature from it.
30% and counting, hunks gaze keeps that small, swelling bar in his peripherals while the lab around them, disheveled and ichor smeared, is taken in. poor bastards hadn't stood a chance. caught off-guard, their charges likely the ones that staggered on the opposing side of thick but quivering glass. " they're slow, you can run around them. " his hip against the corner of the desk, further evidence that @joyousdefunct was on her own if she was feeling lucky, " ..if you're in such a hurry. "