[At the sound of splintering wood, Kerrigan pauses to look over her shoulder, missing the punch but seeing the results. Unfazed by a slightly-built woman shattering a solidly-built chest—she could do the same in her field gear—she chuckles. Making so much noise goes against all her training, but on the other hand, she can't fault anyone destroying Jorgmund property.]
Heh.
[See? She's only medium terrible.
Kerrigan returns to her own search, years of practice instinctively making her footfalls silent on the bathroom tile even as she calls back to Setsuna with no attempt at stealth, voice bouncing on the hard surfaces of the room.]
Anything in there?
[Only part of her attention is on whatever answer may come. Shower first, and then if there's no body, she can look for any smaller clues.]
no subject
Heh.
[See? She's only medium terrible.
Kerrigan returns to her own search, years of practice instinctively making her footfalls silent on the bathroom tile even as she calls back to Setsuna with no attempt at stealth, voice bouncing on the hard surfaces of the room.]
Anything in there?
[Only part of her attention is on whatever answer may come. Shower first, and then if there's no body, she can look for any smaller clues.]