Date: 2013-10-07 12:28 am (UTC)
bitteraftertaste: (my beloved was weighed down)
[Vesper jumps up, chair legs screeching across the floor. It's an instinctual reaction, to put space between herself and the fight, but she doesn't exactly know what to do next. She can't separate them - they've both got several inches and not an insignificant amount of weight on her - and it's not like she can take Archer out herself, even if she's had more experience in self defense techniques recently, but it's not like she's planning on running away.]

What the hell are you doing? [And for the record, it's directed at both of them, even though she knows that they're probably not going to listen at all.] Both of you, stop!
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