[She doesn't know this newcomer, which is odd. Why is he interfering? Does he hope she'll be starry-eyed over him afterwards? Or is he simply working on an inflated sense of heroics? Rosalind stares, trying to figure it out, even as their opponents sneer and scoff.
Then that means you don't have to stop and participate, the lead says. He's still got a grip on Rosalind's elbow, and with a scowl she--
Well. To the drunks, it looks as though she gives a particularly hard yank, stumbling away as she does. She's freed regardless, and that's the logical explanation, isn't it? She must have pulled away; their leader's hand must have slipped.
But to Ozymandias, it might seem a little different. It might seem as though she flickered, disappearing and reappearing an inch to the left all within the space of a second. It's done so quickly he could be forgiven for missing it, but there it is.
Walk away, kid, the man says, glancing after Rosalind. It looks to be a fight, but then again, Ozymandias does have the option of walking away. She doesn't look too afraid, after all.]
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Then that means you don't have to stop and participate, the lead says. He's still got a grip on Rosalind's elbow, and with a scowl she--
Well. To the drunks, it looks as though she gives a particularly hard yank, stumbling away as she does. She's freed regardless, and that's the logical explanation, isn't it? She must have pulled away; their leader's hand must have slipped.
But to Ozymandias, it might seem a little different. It might seem as though she flickered, disappearing and reappearing an inch to the left all within the space of a second. It's done so quickly he could be forgiven for missing it, but there it is.
Walk away, kid, the man says, glancing after Rosalind. It looks to be a fight, but then again, Ozymandias does have the option of walking away. She doesn't look too afraid, after all.]