[It's not your fault, please don't blame yourself.
But a cold silence is Colette's only reply. For a moment she just stares at Martel, face blank as always. She then turns her head, looking in another direction as if she heard something. Faraway footsteps... It was likely nothing, but self preservation dictated that she assess this faraway noise and see if it was some kind of threat.
She looks back at Martel for a moment before she turns to the right. In the process she kicks something, a piece of wire? It wasn't intentional, but she had walked close enough to Martel so that she was standing right next to it. She pauses in the middle of her turn, and turns her head to view the piece of wire as it skitters towards Martel.
And she stays frozen in place, except for her gaze which turns to Martel. It's as if she's waiting to see what Martel will do.]
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But a cold silence is Colette's only reply. For a moment she just stares at Martel, face blank as always. She then turns her head, looking in another direction as if she heard something. Faraway footsteps... It was likely nothing, but self preservation dictated that she assess this faraway noise and see if it was some kind of threat.
She looks back at Martel for a moment before she turns to the right. In the process she kicks something, a piece of wire? It wasn't intentional, but she had walked close enough to Martel so that she was standing right next to it. She pauses in the middle of her turn, and turns her head to view the piece of wire as it skitters towards Martel.
And she stays frozen in place, except for her gaze which turns to Martel. It's as if she's waiting to see what Martel will do.]