“No. Cherish has a hard time tracking Mannequin, and he won’t know how to find us,” Shatterbird said.
Oh, huh, that’s an interesting tidbit. Something that might come in handy at a later date, perhaps.
“I’m okay,” Bonesaw piped up. She held one hand to her eye socket, which had trails of smoke rising from it. “You don’t need to worry. I can put my throat back together easy, after I get my kit out to check the sheaths for my vitals to make sure there’s no abrasions, and I’ve got spare eyes. I could go with green eyes. Or one green and one blue, or if I alter them, I could have-“
See? I told you it was only a matter of time.
Hm, I think I’ve seen fanart of heterochromic Bonesaw, though I figured it was just a headcanon or something I’d missed. I do like that idea.
“Quiet,” Shatterbird cut in. “It’s less about you being hurt and more about the fact that someone had the audacity to attack us here.
Man, even when saying something like this within the team, she manages to sound terse and self-important in my head.
Burnscar, put out those fires. We don’t want attention.”
Good point.
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