"I hope so. I really do." Erin rubbed her hands together, her nervous tick. "You can go, if you want. I can give you a status report."
'No way," Simon said quickly, "If i left...and something happened to you...I couldn't live with myself. We're in this together."
A slight tinge of pink came to Erin's cheeks, but she kept her eyes averted and tried to acct casual. "Alright then." she replied, "Just run when it looks bad and all."
((is X going to do something?))
(What do you mean? Sorry, my brain's fuzzy from meds :/)
((lol it's fine, but Jack asked X if she could do something about the bomb))
(You mean will she be able to fix it?)
((idk, but it seems like nothing can happen until she at least tries to do something, since Jack asked her to--like if she can't do something, they go away or something?))
(Well, maybe she can't do it and they need to call in professionals, so someone volunteers to sit on it so the wife can get away. How's that?)
((ok! sorry to stall, but could you have X say she can't just so the flow makes sense? it might seem too random otherwise...))
(Sure, fine with me.)
"Yo, X!" Simon yelled, a little angrily. "Anything you can do?"
((says you posted, but didn't show?...))