[The voice that comes on the comm chills her blood...but it's like everything else, it's wrong. It's not quiet and cocky and cold, it's nuanced and gentle and...soft, rubs through her ears like warm satin, sweet and soothing.
But she knows that voice, so she doesn't trust it.]
Show me your eyes, Lahey. [Her tone is commanding, sharp but quiet...but it's not Allison's drill sergeant tone. It's more the warm, firm note that he might hear from Scott, nuanced in its own right but brooking absolutely no argument.]
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But she knows that voice, so she doesn't trust it.]
Show me your eyes, Lahey. [Her tone is commanding, sharp but quiet...but it's not Allison's drill sergeant tone. It's more the warm, firm note that he might hear from Scott, nuanced in its own right but brooking absolutely no argument.]