( gwenaëlle's shrug is elegant, which does not particularly detract from the fact that as a response to those questions it is not winning any prizes. )
Be my guest if you want to find out.
( she taps ash into the grass next to her, and it isn't entirely that it doesn't occur to her to put her cigarette out so much as it seems sort of pointless in the face of a burning building belching out whatever the fuck is getting torched inside of it. on the whole, she decides, she is minimally adding to the smoke output in their immediate vicinity and since it's making her feel better, she's going to keep doing it. on the off-chance anyone is actually moved to try and see if anyone's still trapped inside, cigarette smoke inhalation will be the least of their problems.
she is not so moved. it isn't that she withholds an answer on whether or not anyone's in there but that she doesn't know; it had already been burning when she circled back to it, and if she's heard screaming—
no subject
Be my guest if you want to find out.
( she taps ash into the grass next to her, and it isn't entirely that it doesn't occur to her to put her cigarette out so much as it seems sort of pointless in the face of a burning building belching out whatever the fuck is getting torched inside of it. on the whole, she decides, she is minimally adding to the smoke output in their immediate vicinity and since it's making her feel better, she's going to keep doing it. on the off-chance anyone is actually moved to try and see if anyone's still trapped inside, cigarette smoke inhalation will be the least of their problems.
she is not so moved. it isn't that she withholds an answer on whether or not anyone's in there but that she doesn't know; it had already been burning when she circled back to it, and if she's heard screaming—
well, the fog seems to do that. it's tricky. )