[She bristles in response; there's no doubt in her mind that he can sense the way every part of her goes tense.
I don't need saving.
She doesn't think it directly at him, but the thought is still there despite the urgency of the moment. Strictly speaking, in this specific moment, it's not true— she needs his help, especially with the water continuing to steadily rise, but the feeling itself brings her back to an entirely different time and place, when she'd been a much younger and more sheltered version of herself.
She shoves it aside. There isn't time for that now.]
Found it—
[More rummaging turns up what looks like a passcode of some kind, and she snatches the pad it's been scribbled on before slamming the drawer closed.]
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I don't need saving.
She doesn't think it directly at him, but the thought is still there despite the urgency of the moment. Strictly speaking, in this specific moment, it's not true— she needs his help, especially with the water continuing to steadily rise, but the feeling itself brings her back to an entirely different time and place, when she'd been a much younger and more sheltered version of herself.
She shoves it aside. There isn't time for that now.]
Found it—
[More rummaging turns up what looks like a passcode of some kind, and she snatches the pad it's been scribbled on before slamming the drawer closed.]
593206— got it?