Of course, love. [She gives him an encouraging smile. Her locker is a bit of a walk down the corridor.] This way.
[Jazz moves at a slightly faster pace than his usual, relaxed, panther-like gait, stopping frequently to shake himself and rid his coat of more water. Fortescue keeps an eye on him as he moves ahead of them, but her attention is still very much on Blake.]
Wouldn't you want to be on even footing?
[She wouldn't say that this is old hat for her, but she moves basically on instinct through this part of the jump.]
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[Jazz moves at a slightly faster pace than his usual, relaxed, panther-like gait, stopping frequently to shake himself and rid his coat of more water. Fortescue keeps an eye on him as he moves ahead of them, but her attention is still very much on Blake.]
Wouldn't you want to be on even footing?
[She wouldn't say that this is old hat for her, but she moves basically on instinct through this part of the jump.]