[He recoils when the sound of the blast hits his ears. Arms automatically raise to shield his face from the debris that flies from the wreckage, but most of them stop short of where he stood.
Twenty feet indeed.
He is shocked for the most part, but not shell-shocked.
He is also far from impressed.]
What have you—[blue eyes snapping in her direction, burning with a mix of incredulity and anger] We were supposed to get them out alive!
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Twenty feet indeed.
He is shocked for the most part, but not shell-shocked.
He is also far from impressed.]
What have you—[blue eyes snapping in her direction, burning with a mix of incredulity and anger] We were supposed to get them out alive!