Tolensky fell, of course, with all the grace of a gazelle in roller skates. He took the landing on his face like a champ and quickly rolled to get his bearings--the sudden light blinded him, so he failed at that. Rubbing his eyes with the backs of his palms, the boy leaned into a low crouch.

[s][b]"So, uh, any idea where we are?"[/b][/s]

He didn't shriek at the surprise question from an unknown source, to his credit. Todd just flinched and glared at the blurry figure until his eyes adjusted to the cheap, fluorescent lighting and she came into view--terrible, kind of cool hunk of metal and all, which screamed threatening even while her stance suggested friendly conversation. She was older then he was, most likely, fairly pretty and close to his type--the black clothes could be blacker to contrast the blue, and silver hair wasn't his thing after so many months of Pietro fussing over his own. Whatever. He was a little too freaked out to flirt, anyways.

He put his palms on his knees and rose, cautiously, until he was in a high-enough stance to jump if need be. He thought he heard more footsteps--louder ones--down some far-off corridor, but ignored it for sake of answering questions and asking his own. Immediate danger took priority, even if cute and not necessarily looking for a fight.

[color=c4df9b][b]"Man, how should I know?"[/b][/color] His voice was a little uneven and he eyed her weapon warily, wondering what it even did. He hadn't seen tech like that before. [color=c4df9b][b]"They put me in a closet, foo'. And who the heck are you? And what is [i]that?[/i]"[/b][/color]

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