[Thanks for listening, at least? It's a stressful situation, so forgive Merlin the extra few seconds he needs to remember which direction he said to move— and how that's opposite relative to him, gods, this was planned well—]
Alright! Don't move if you'd like to keep your arms!
[His muttered magic probably isn't audible through the thick shell of the pod, but after he goes seemingly quiet there's an actual explosion, with a fist-sized chunk of the pod's hatch shooting into the pod itself and lodging in the opposite side.
And then there's Merlin's face, squinting, a little dazed from the effort. Hey stranger.]
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Alright! Don't move if you'd like to keep your arms!
[His muttered magic probably isn't audible through the thick shell of the pod, but after he goes seemingly quiet there's an actual explosion, with a fist-sized chunk of the pod's hatch shooting into the pod itself and lodging in the opposite side.
And then there's Merlin's face, squinting, a little dazed from the effort. Hey stranger.]
Afternoon! Are you okay?