There's a woman, pale-eyed and white-haired, perched on the ruined stone arch of a building, long since eroded. She's holding something furry and wriggling in her hands, and lifts it to the watch on her wrist to show both the rat (terrified) and her face (cool and impassive).
She squeezes the rat, a little. It squeaks, pitifully.]
Long way for this thing to drop.
[The image pans out some, to the space below, which looks like an old training ground.]
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There's a woman, pale-eyed and white-haired, perched on the ruined stone arch of a building, long since eroded. She's holding something furry and wriggling in her hands, and lifts it to the watch on her wrist to show both the rat (terrified) and her face (cool and impassive).
She squeezes the rat, a little. It squeaks, pitifully.]
Long way for this thing to drop.
[The image pans out some, to the space below, which looks like an old training ground.]
Wonder if it bounces.
[She sounds bored.]