[ If anything, Hal's smooth assumption of confidence and normalcy while the sweat's still standing on his brow puts Deb's teeth even more on edge: she's not unfamiliar with people slipping on and off that kind of mask. She smiles slightly in return, though, mouth curling up slightly, sweetly as the adrenaline hits.

She's not prey, at least not for the killers of her world. She may still be for Hal, as a human, but she's a girl who's had huge chunks of her vulnerability burned out of her by trauma, replaced by a need to protect others. She's an angry blade.

Edgeworth's presence is keeping her still, for now, though, as he's a friend and she'd like to keep his good opinion - though that's secondary to keeping him in one piece.
] I don't know if they're the things people have been calling hellbeasts, but there's been some things lurking around the edges. Not sure if the turkey's keeping them away or trying to get me to shoo them off.

The bigger problem is, how do we get ourselves or anyone else out of here? The network's fucked on both ends like it's spit-roasted, but from what I've heard the people out there're trying to send rescue teams. But if they get lost too...?