[Jack's voice is a tinny grumble in her ear, overlapping enough with Gabriel that it might be difficult to parse the two if they weren't so equally frank - if the shape of the man melting forward through the darkness didn't hone every part of her to a point.
Ana clucks her tongue. Fear is for children, she thinks, and raises her hands to the height of her shoulders. Jack may be done with fighting, but she's just getting started.]
Come now, Gabe. I'm flattered, but let's not pretend this is all about me.
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Ana clucks her tongue. Fear is for children, she thinks, and raises her hands to the height of her shoulders. Jack may be done with fighting, but she's just getting started.]
Come now, Gabe. I'm flattered, but let's not pretend this is all about me.