( oh no, rita, that half-step of attempting to regain personal space isn't allowed. clarke isn't trying to outright loom, but she's no real sense of self restraint and follows the other girl's retreat. the quieter she can hiss the following from between the teeth, the better: )

I'm not going to kill anyone, if that was your concern.

( offended, and dismissive. but it'd be a lie to say she hadn't considered it for a half-second. the handgun in the waistband of her shorts beneath the hazmat suit is a very notable heavy weight sometimes. )

But if dying is so commonplace here that it doesn't even matter, or last, it's only a matter of time before someone here can tell me if she was right or wrong.