Maybe it was a symptom of the steady blood loss, or shock, or her own razor focus in not thinking about the car bomb, but Irene merely sighed in response and pulled up the trunk's hood. She wasn't particularly in the mood to be contrary. And perhaps that more than anything was a sign she was worse off than she'd initially thought.
"She learned English from a Briton," she muses, lifting up the floorboard in the trunk and picking up a tire iron. She glances over at the boarded up building. A few minutes out of the sand would be welcome, no matter what. "The woman. That narrows things down a bit."
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Date: 2012-08-17 04:27 am (UTC)"She learned English from a Briton," she muses, lifting up the floorboard in the trunk and picking up a tire iron. She glances over at the boarded up building. A few minutes out of the sand would be welcome, no matter what. "The woman. That narrows things down a bit."