Date: 2007-06-28 03:45 am (UTC)
With great effort and concentration, Ippolit did not swallow his tongue.

They had to go speak with the Colonel.

And Nika was still touching him.

He was just being friendly. Reassuring. He wasn't intentionally throwing every switch in Polya's head to Panic.

Ippolit was adept at operating beneath notice, like a blue-bellied lizard perched comfortably on the bottom side of a tree branch. Simple human gestures sent him scuttling for the shelter of a rock somewhre.

Right now, there were more important things.

"Right," Rakitin said, nodding. "We...we should do that."
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