[She jumps and gasps, startled when Peter pulls the blaster. It's not as if she can't get behind the thought of shooting Ego in the face, but it wasn't that long ago that the (entirely uncharitable but almost reasonable, in her mind) thought that he might turn the weapon on her had crossed her mind. By the time he holsters the weapons, Mantis is standing in place, arms crossed and shoulders hunched and trembling.
Out. Oh, yes, out would be good.]
We walked in. [She doesn't have much left in her to offer much for ideas; as it is, speaking is still a bit of a struggle and her voice is thin and brittle.] Maybe we can walk out.
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Out. Oh, yes, out would be good.]
We walked in. [She doesn't have much left in her to offer much for ideas; as it is, speaking is still a bit of a struggle and her voice is thin and brittle.] Maybe we can walk out.