[ His words earn him one last, helpless giggle. ( It helps that she may or may not be thinking about a body halved in two, lower half stuck in the ground. It's very funny. ) At least it doesn't last so long that she's forgotten about the gravity of the situation ( he does not wish to die ). There's one last huff of breath through her nose as she gets her instructions. Shirt and gloves, then figure out a way to dig him out. ]
Of course. A moment. [ The shirt and gloves aren't too far from him — she hands the former first, then the latter, eyes still wandering in the area as she tries to spot something to dig him out. When nothing immediately jumps out — and once he's dressed, since he seems to care for the propriety of it all — she toes at the dirt with her boots. ]
The ground is soft enough that we should be able to use our hands. I'll start behind you, if that's alright? [ Not that she's... really waiting for his permission to do so. She crouches behind him, starting to dig. ]
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Of course. A moment. [ The shirt and gloves aren't too far from him — she hands the former first, then the latter, eyes still wandering in the area as she tries to spot something to dig him out. When nothing immediately jumps out — and once he's dressed, since he seems to care for the propriety of it all — she toes at the dirt with her boots. ]
The ground is soft enough that we should be able to use our hands. I'll start behind you, if that's alright? [ Not that she's... really waiting for his permission to do so. She crouches behind him, starting to dig. ]