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[hallways]

[ michelle stares at the gun in her hand, the warring determination and terror ringing in her head. if she'd been asked before, she would have said that there was no way she could ever even hold a gun, much less actually fire one. now jack expects her to kill things, and it hardly even matters that it's to protect herself -- she's had other people there to protect her her whole life, she's never had to deal with something like this before. it's never something she's had to prepare for or even think about.

that, of course, is where the determination comes in -- she's useless here, and she knows it, and she wants to not be useless. it's very important to her, in fact, that she doesn't slow jack down, or get in his way more than she will just by being so inept at... everything. she's been protected and sheltered her whole life, and it's made her soft. jack hasn't had that luxury, and all of a sudden what she's taken for granted this whole time seems unfair. she can't be taken care of forever.

it's with this thought that she tightens her grip on the gun, taking a deep breath and pushing aside the terror. she's still afraid and is going to be until they get out of here, and she's going to talk to someone in charge as soon as they're safe, but that all has to wait. right now she has to focus on not getting killed. when she speaks, it's more to herself than jack, since he's absorbed in looking at his cuff. ]

I can do this. I can do this.

[ fake it til you make it, as the saying goes. ]