She's still standing by the table they'd been at - it'd been pure reaction that when Forrest had held up a hand she'd stopped where she was. No thought went into it, although she's certain that she'd have done the same.
It's only when he moved to the window that she took a step, then another - still back, still staying out of the way and behind him, but she's thinking about the gun that the manager keeps under the cash register. "No. He didn't mention anything like this," she says first, and then she moves - still back from the windows, but it's to get the gun and her day's pay from the till, because damned if she's going to leave it here when she's got no idea what's going on.
The ash is falling thick and heavy, and--
"Oh, God," she breathes the words, barely audible as she moves closer to the windows. "Do you hear it?" That's louder, to Forrest instead of to herself. Someone outside is screaming; she can hear it in her bones. She thinks it's a man, but she can just hear him screaming, and her brows furrow as she presses her fingers to her mouth to stop herself from making a sound.
She's heard a man scream like that, once or twice in her life, and she wishes she could forget it.
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Date: 2016-03-13 05:19 am (UTC)It's only when he moved to the window that she took a step, then another - still back, still staying out of the way and behind him, but she's thinking about the gun that the manager keeps under the cash register. "No. He didn't mention anything like this," she says first, and then she moves - still back from the windows, but it's to get the gun and her day's pay from the till, because damned if she's going to leave it here when she's got no idea what's going on.
The ash is falling thick and heavy, and--
"Oh, God," she breathes the words, barely audible as she moves closer to the windows. "Do you hear it?" That's louder, to Forrest instead of to herself. Someone outside is screaming; she can hear it in her bones. She thinks it's a man, but she can just hear him screaming, and her brows furrow as she presses her fingers to her mouth to stop herself from making a sound.
She's heard a man scream like that, once or twice in her life, and she wishes she could forget it.