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[inquisitor_lavellan]

"Noooope."

That was Alleyana, of course, having just stepped into an elevator with Lotor. She'd been mentally braced for a floating box with solid walls, but this place had stepped the bullshit up a whole other level that she hadn't known was an option.

The doors slid shut behind her as Alley just stared in horror at the amount of glass this particular box was made of. When the transparent floor lurched as the elevator began to move upward, she did a heel-turn and leaned her forehead against the closed doors; the only opaque part of the box. Gauntlets raised to either side of her face against the doors, trying to block herself in against something 'solid'.

"Nope nope nope. This is bullshit--! Masal din'an! How high up does this go?!"

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[inquisitor_lavellan]

"Won't change what they're good for, either."

What Alley personally was good for.

[trickking]

"No, it won't." Pointedly emphasized with a softening of his tone, his fingers gently, slightly curling against hers.

They were good at this, specifically.

"I agree."

[inquisitor_lavellan]

Alley's expression remained stricken; no worse but no better, either.

Her attention was fixated on his hand over hers, hoping his gloves were good enough to ward off the sharp dragonbone plate edges.

"I was a sculptor, once," her rough voice was bitter. "Now, I can't grip anything finer than the hilt of a weapon. They're useless."