Right. I'd have never 'made it over here without you' because without you, I wouldn't be out here in the first place.
[On the floor, the zombie keeps hissing and writhing, making more of a mess as it pushes the bottles around -- and also noise, enough that it draws Carlisle's attention. Undeads interrupted their first argument, and now Qubit has the gall to accuse him of endangering them -- which he did by knocking over the walnut stand, but that has nothing to do with his current state or what he was and they are not talking about this. They're arguing again, only for another zombie to be making a racket. Carlisle growls himself, roaring at the trapped shambler as he fails to stifle his rising temper.]
Oh, would you be quiet!
[And with that, he kicks a bottle that rolled close to his foot in the trapped zombie's direction, but rather that alleviating some of his anger by watching the vinegar slam into the undead's rotten face, all he ends up doing is sending the container spinning across the floor, injuring his own toe in the process. The radiation suit and his boots beneath do nothing to insulate his frame; he lets out a yelp (and four or five colloquial swears), grabbing at his foot to soothe the dull ache.
Whether or not that, too, affects the zombie goes unseen, as his lower half is hidden by the shelving; his only reaction is a visible twitch.]
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[On the floor, the zombie keeps hissing and writhing, making more of a mess as it pushes the bottles around -- and also noise, enough that it draws Carlisle's attention. Undeads interrupted their first argument, and now Qubit has the gall to accuse him of endangering them -- which he did by knocking over the walnut stand, but that has nothing to do with his current state or what he was and they are not talking about this. They're arguing again, only for another zombie to be making a racket. Carlisle growls himself, roaring at the trapped shambler as he fails to stifle his rising temper.]
Oh, would you be quiet!
[And with that, he kicks a bottle that rolled close to his foot in the trapped zombie's direction, but rather that alleviating some of his anger by watching the vinegar slam into the undead's rotten face, all he ends up doing is sending the container spinning across the floor, injuring his own toe in the process. The radiation suit and his boots beneath do nothing to insulate his frame; he lets out a yelp (and four or five colloquial swears), grabbing at his foot to soothe the dull ache.
Whether or not that, too, affects the zombie goes unseen, as his lower half is hidden by the shelving; his only reaction is a visible twitch.]