Sheena nods, accepting Anna's word for it that Kratos will be okay if they can get him out of here. This sucks, and her expression makes it clear that she feels that way as Anna continues. She's... probably bait, on some level, given that she's Zelos's driver. Hopefully the others will work that into their plans.
"Mine too," she tells Anna, about the dagger thing. Hers isn't anything special, a Mizuho knife meant more for throwing than anything she actually uses it for, but she's always liked its weight in her hand. "Maybe we can find them on the way out. They've gotta be somewhere, right?"
And then Anna settles in a familiar stance and puts her hand out to summon Malos's weapon, and oh, yeah, fuck, that's a thing Sheena can do, too. She's saved from actually wondering if she should try it as well when Anna stops abruptly, faint wisps of ether around her hand dissipating almost instantly as she staggers back.
"Shit," she says. "Is that going to make it harder for them to rescue us?" It feels a little off now that she's looking for it, but barely, not something she would've noticed on her own.
"Anyway..." she offers. "If they don't figure something out soon, I can try and catch Zelos in a dream, I guess?" Not that she has any idea how to initiate that contact herself, but she can at least try. Maybe if it does take that long he'll have the same idea. "Still... Yeah, hopefully it doesn't take that long." She swallows, looking back at Kratos. If they both reached out she could probably grab his hand, she thinks, but what good would that do, even if he wasn't currently unresponsive? It'd help Lloyd, in the same situation, but Kratos definitely isn't his son, and she'd gotten the impression he wasn't as big on physical contact anyway. From Anna, maybe, but her cell's too far away for that.
"I guess we're waiting for now," she says, in an attempt to sound cheerful that lands somewhere around manic instead, and starts stretching, trying to drive the last bits of sluggishness from her veins. If an opportunity to escape does come up, she should at least be ready.
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"Mine too," she tells Anna, about the dagger thing. Hers isn't anything special, a Mizuho knife meant more for throwing than anything she actually uses it for, but she's always liked its weight in her hand. "Maybe we can find them on the way out. They've gotta be somewhere, right?"
And then Anna settles in a familiar stance and puts her hand out to summon Malos's weapon, and oh, yeah, fuck, that's a thing Sheena can do, too. She's saved from actually wondering if she should try it as well when Anna stops abruptly, faint wisps of ether around her hand dissipating almost instantly as she staggers back.
"Shit," she says. "Is that going to make it harder for them to rescue us?" It feels a little off now that she's looking for it, but barely, not something she would've noticed on her own.
"Anyway..." she offers. "If they don't figure something out soon, I can try and catch Zelos in a dream, I guess?" Not that she has any idea how to initiate that contact herself, but she can at least try. Maybe if it does take that long he'll have the same idea. "Still... Yeah, hopefully it doesn't take that long." She swallows, looking back at Kratos. If they both reached out she could probably grab his hand, she thinks, but what good would that do, even if he wasn't currently unresponsive? It'd help Lloyd, in the same situation, but Kratos definitely isn't his son, and she'd gotten the impression he wasn't as big on physical contact anyway. From Anna, maybe, but her cell's too far away for that.
"I guess we're waiting for now," she says, in an attempt to sound cheerful that lands somewhere around manic instead, and starts stretching, trying to drive the last bits of sluggishness from her veins. If an opportunity to escape does come up, she should at least be ready.