[Excellent. A floor. Now she doesn't have to explicitly check.
It would be a bit rude to rig the room to explode upon entry, wouldn't it; that's a move of Lee Jordan's caliber, and look at that, now all of a sudden she's got thoughts of Lee Jordan (boy, it's been awhile, hasn't it) on the brain as she heads over to those cards and picks them up by the edges to examine them one by one. Are these the cards from his broadcast? She tries to recall if there was any background visible when he'd made it; there usually isn't, but one never knows. Maybe he was in here when he sent it.
Absently, she reaches for her belt again and produces the third of her roster — this time her Mightyena, Murphy. He's not trained as a bomb-sniffing dog by any means (far from it), but if nothing else, it makes her feel better to have him at her side — and there's always the chance he might get lucky.
There's a certain irony in the idea of her feeling better about having a Pokemon named Murphy Slaw at her side in a situation like this. She'll have to tell Nietzsche about it when she finds him; he'll laugh.
...assuming she doesn't have to explain what Murphy's Law is, first.
With a silent gesture of her hand, she directs him to have a sniff of the box; it can't hurt, at least, since she's made up her mind to open it either way.]
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Excellent. A floor. Now she doesn't have to explicitly check.It would be a bit rude to rig the room to explode upon entry, wouldn't it; that's a move of Lee Jordan's caliber, and look at that, now all of a sudden she's got thoughts of Lee Jordan (boy, it's been awhile, hasn't it) on the brain as she heads over to those cards and picks them up by the edges to examine them one by one. Are these the cards from his broadcast? She tries to recall if there was any background visible when he'd made it; there usually isn't, but one never knows. Maybe he was in here when he sent it.
Absently, she reaches for her belt again and produces the third of her roster — this time her Mightyena, Murphy. He's not trained as a bomb-sniffing dog by any means (far from it), but if nothing else, it makes her feel better to have him at her side — and there's always the chance he might get lucky.
There's a certain irony in the idea of her feeling better about having a Pokemon named Murphy Slaw at her side in a situation like this. She'll have to tell Nietzsche about it when she finds him; he'll laugh.
...assuming she doesn't have to explain what Murphy's Law is, first.
With a silent gesture of her hand, she directs him to have a sniff of the box; it can't hurt, at least, since she's made up her mind to open it either way.]