[ Look, sometimes your arm just happens to be a multi-tool/multi-weapon - sans the latter - it's perfectly normal until it's not. Nebula scowls a touch as she sizes up the door. If there was an electronic padlock it's be easier. There's not. She swears under her breath. ]
[ At the boy, firmly and sharply: ]
I'm fine.
[ Annoyed and angry? Yes. She was stupid enough to not pay attention and now they're stuck in here. That's on her, especially since putting the end of her arm to the door does nothing. A door that should begin to melt stays the way it is, as if some kind of invisible force field keeps it from ever really connecting. ]
[ She persists for a few more moments before letting out a frustrated growl and pulling back, arm returning to normal. ]
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[ At the boy, firmly and sharply: ]
I'm fine.
[ Annoyed and angry? Yes. She was stupid enough to not pay attention and now they're stuck in here. That's on her, especially since putting the end of her arm to the door does nothing. A door that should begin to melt stays the way it is, as if some kind of invisible force field keeps it from ever really connecting. ]
[ She persists for a few more moments before letting out a frustrated growl and pulling back, arm returning to normal. ]
We need to find another way out.