[It's probably weird that Lynne doesn't even blink at the enthusiastic voice in her head. Nope. Ghosts prodding her soul to talk to her, that's normal. But the incessant barking -- that's the reason Lynne veers from her original course through the marketplace and makes a beeline for where that sound is coming from.]
Missile!
[She's carrying a flashlight -- cuddling it, almost, like it's something precious to her. Which it is, in a way.]
Missile? Where are --
[And then the mental voice, and she looks down. And blinks. And blinks again.] You're alive?
[Okay, the incessant barking should have clued her in, but give her a break. She was trapped in a sinking submarine less than an hour ago.]
voicetesting right back atcha
Missile!
[She's carrying a flashlight -- cuddling it, almost, like it's something precious to her. Which it is, in a way.]
Missile? Where are --
[And then the mental voice, and she looks down. And blinks. And blinks again.] You're alive?
[Okay, the incessant barking should have clued her in, but give her a break. She was trapped in a sinking submarine less than an hour ago.]