The rising clamor of screams, flames, tumbled rubble, does not muffle the high, shrill whisper of glass cracking cleanly, hairline fractures blossoming over the clear surface.
He runs fingertips over the contours of the glass. The interior surface is smooth, devoid of the ridges that would indicate a complete breach, the cracking of the planar surface that would usher in an inescapable surge of seawater.
Rush breathes out, long and slow.
He does not like the water.
"Wouldn't happen to have anything useful, would you," Rush drawls in a tone that very much implies an expectation of a negative answer.
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The rising clamor of screams, flames, tumbled rubble, does not muffle the high, shrill whisper of glass cracking cleanly, hairline fractures blossoming over the clear surface.
He runs fingertips over the contours of the glass. The interior surface is smooth, devoid of the ridges that would indicate a complete breach, the cracking of the planar surface that would usher in an inescapable surge of seawater.
Rush breathes out, long and slow.
He does not like the water.
"Wouldn't happen to have anything useful, would you," Rush drawls in a tone that very much implies an expectation of a negative answer.