[After a few months in the Quarantine, with giant monsters and the like being a fairly common occurrence if one doesn't spend all their time idling behind the dubious safety of their walls, Dorian's reflexes haven't flagged that much. Still, Breq's shout gets his attention to her level first, and then she bodily tackles him to the ground where he nearly protests, save for the giant winged avian that swoops down from above, narrowly missing them.
It squawks and flies off and Dorian takes a breath. That was...closer than he'd like to admit.]
I should thank you, I suppose, but would you mind, awfully, getting off of me?
1. winged death? really?
It squawks and flies off and Dorian takes a breath. That was...closer than he'd like to admit.]
I should thank you, I suppose, but would you mind, awfully, getting off of me?