[ Her palm slides over the door. At a glance, it just looks like she’s inspecting the surface metal for weak points, flaws to be exploited. That’s not quite correct. What Pyrrha is actually doing is sussing out the vibrations in the metal, layer after layer, feeling the way it thrums and her own pulse skips to match.
When the door opens abruptly, it’s done with her fingers curled around the handle. A necessary act - the door would have been impossible to open legally - and she does not wish her Semblance indicated.
S'all good, friendo. c:
When the door opens abruptly, it’s done with her fingers curled around the handle. A necessary act - the door would have been impossible to open legally - and she does not wish her Semblance indicated.
A hand is held out to Komaeda. ]
Come on. I can get us down.