[Sara's been having fun herself. Of course, she's working with the advantage that she's got a grapple or shield or flight capability whenever she needs it, but the safety net doesn't dull the adrenaline rush when the floor loosens or she hears something mechanical hiss and click in the walls.
Lara would love this. The fact's never far from her mind - okay, she'd hate the Barge from day to day, but this would be a playground to her best friend. And she remembers her giving completely unsolicited advice on navigating booby-trapped tombs - don't step on anything raised or lowered, look for lines in the floor or walls, test that the floor can take your weight before you commit to taking a step - and Sara had laughed and said that Manhattan was dangerous enough for her, thanks. But it's all at the forefront of her mind now, and she's paying close attention to the expensively educated voice in her head telling her how not to die.
Not that she'd been much help to that end, herself. However briefly. It's not the only friendship she has that's built completely on mutual disaster, though.
She hears the familiar voice at the turn of the stairs, and she sees a pool of light against the wall that she's silhouetted in. She looks around the corner and smiles.]
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Lara would love this. The fact's never far from her mind - okay, she'd hate the Barge from day to day, but this would be a playground to her best friend. And she remembers her giving completely unsolicited advice on navigating booby-trapped tombs - don't step on anything raised or lowered, look for lines in the floor or walls, test that the floor can take your weight before you commit to taking a step - and Sara had laughed and said that Manhattan was dangerous enough for her, thanks. But it's all at the forefront of her mind now, and she's paying close attention to the expensively educated voice in her head telling her how not to die.
Not that she'd been much help to that end, herself. However briefly. It's not the only friendship she has that's built completely on mutual disaster, though.
She hears the familiar voice at the turn of the stairs, and she sees a pool of light against the wall that she's silhouetted in. She looks around the corner and smiles.]
Thanks for the tip. You need a hand there?
[The hell you do, Dick.]