he opens his mouth to say something to her, but he finds his mouth dry: like sand. it's nothing but that out here, stretching on as far as the eye can see. not a drop of moisture to be found for miles― save for the sweat that gathers upon his brow, though he loathes to lose the water. imhotep doesn't seem bothered in the slightest however, && beni thinks for a moment how nice it must be to be dead. ( do debts carry over into the afterlife ? )
he clears his throat in a bid for the woman's attention, but @proudlibrarian doesn't look at him. she seems angry. beni hopes not with him― since this isn't really his fault in the first place. but when he looks at her, beneath it all, she seems frightened. he decides to speak anyway, ❛ you know― ... ❜ he fidgets, glancing apprehensively towards their captor before back to her. ❛ if i know o'connell, i'm sure he's going to come for you. ❜
the words are likely meant to ease her. or maybe himself.
