Joan stumbled but, mercifully, stayed on her feet, throwing her hands out to keep her balance. When the door closed with a resounding slam behind her, she felt relieved, but she still turned to look, and watch. She hoped nothing else would open that door, and nothing would come through. Oh, she hoped.
But thankfully, it stayed still. Not a tremour to show what was going on behind it. Her baton sagged closer to the floor, and she let out a breath, before turning to the man who had joined her. "Zombies," she said, even though she knew that was the obvious response. "A door that leads to zombies... why is that?" The second part was more a remark to herself.
Aware that her baton was spattered in all kinds of things that she was really not looking forward to cleaning off, she angled it slightly behind her, and set her other hand forward to offer in a handshake. "Joan Watson," she said. "Thanks. You're a cop?" The signs were all there. She was used to the look.
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Date: 2014-04-10 08:00 pm (UTC)But thankfully, it stayed still. Not a tremour to show what was going on behind it. Her baton sagged closer to the floor, and she let out a breath, before turning to the man who had joined her. "Zombies," she said, even though she knew that was the obvious response. "A door that leads to zombies... why is that?" The second part was more a remark to herself.
Aware that her baton was spattered in all kinds of things that she was really not looking forward to cleaning off, she angled it slightly behind her, and set her other hand forward to offer in a handshake. "Joan Watson," she said. "Thanks. You're a cop?" The signs were all there. She was used to the look.