[ Quetza-what? Now he's just making things up. Lucy's pretty sure that's a video game mob or something.
Turns out it's pretty hard to do delicate coding work while a mental dinosaur is stomping around not far from you, but Lucy's worked under more tense circumstances. Dinosaurs have nothing on Arasaka goons beating down her door, and Lucy has always viewed stress as a motivator rather than an inhibitor. Her fingers fly over the keyboard, working in tandem with her cyberdeck.
When the dinosaur cries out, Lucy darts a look over her shoulder. Shit. Is that thing heading this way? Suddenly she wishes she'd acquired a gun.
She casts a wild gaze over the desk, and picks up a pencil, of all things, and throws it -- not at the dinosaur, but just past its eye-line, distracting it just enough to change it course a little. But not enough. ]
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Turns out it's pretty hard to do delicate coding work while a mental dinosaur is stomping around not far from you, but Lucy's worked under more tense circumstances. Dinosaurs have nothing on Arasaka goons beating down her door, and Lucy has always viewed stress as a motivator rather than an inhibitor. Her fingers fly over the keyboard, working in tandem with her cyberdeck.
When the dinosaur cries out, Lucy darts a look over her shoulder. Shit. Is that thing heading this way? Suddenly she wishes she'd acquired a gun.
She casts a wild gaze over the desk, and picks up a pencil, of all things, and throws it -- not at the dinosaur, but just past its eye-line, distracting it just enough to change it course a little. But not enough. ]
Do something, Gil!