[The pressure from his power is making her sick, twanging the metal along her senses even without her trying to feel it pressing down on her.
She draws her knees up to her chest, breathing a little harder. She can hear the people in the building outside the elevator; murmurs of conversation, snatches of concern over the stopped elevator, a mention of coffee. Nothing substantial but all enough to echo echo echo in the groaning of the machine as Tetsuo tries to bring it down.
Covering her ears, Gogo closes her eyes and a small sound escapes her throat. What the hell...what the hell...what is going on?]
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She draws her knees up to her chest, breathing a little harder. She can hear the people in the building outside the elevator; murmurs of conversation, snatches of concern over the stopped elevator, a mention of coffee. Nothing substantial but all enough to echo echo echo in the groaning of the machine as Tetsuo tries to bring it down.
Covering her ears, Gogo closes her eyes and a small sound escapes her throat. What the hell...what the hell...what is going on?]