She scoffs. "Like hell any demon's gonna make me into some doll."
The idea is so ridiculous it almost beckons a laugh from the woman. The kind one might let ring out in an uncomfortable situation, to self-soothe in the absence of any real immedate comfort. She can't, after all, simply snap her fingers and be gone from this wood.
So they walk. Walk and walk and walk, passing rows upon rows of impressive trees. Their branches loom oppressively above head, stripped of their Autumn leaves and looking more like a creature's hands than anything else. Ripley throws her chin upward every once in a while to check them. To look for any shifting, black masses. Any tails or teeth or sharp claws that might steal through the dark after them.
Then, she listens. Really listens to what Chris says.
Time for a creature appearance? >:)
The idea is so ridiculous it almost beckons a laugh from the woman. The kind one might let ring out in an uncomfortable situation, to self-soothe in the absence of any real immedate comfort. She can't, after all, simply snap her fingers and be gone from this wood.
So they walk. Walk and walk and walk, passing rows upon rows of impressive trees. Their branches loom oppressively above head, stripped of their Autumn leaves and looking more like a creature's hands than anything else. Ripley throws her chin upward every once in a while to check them. To look for any shifting, black masses. Any tails or teeth or sharp claws that might steal through the dark after them.
Then, she listens. Really listens to what Chris says.
A chill chases up her spine. She bristles.
Falls into a slow-stepping rhythm.
"...And what happened in your dream?"