[The fires have grown so tall and bright that Crowe thinks about not turning around. Some dwindling sense of urgency keeps getting thrust back by waves of heat and light and it's dazzling and feels like a hot shower feels after long dusty fights. Nobody gets to interrupt that. Least of all some stranger who has the nerve to say lovely day in that tone.
How dare he? There are small cloudbursts of soot around Crowe's feet as she whirls to glare at him, mask crooked enough to reveal a bare grin, eyes ringed and face streaked in ash.]
Who the hell are you? What do you want? [The cheer in it is the brazen sort. Elation always shows its teeth.] You'll catch fire and die in that getup.
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How dare he? There are small cloudbursts of soot around Crowe's feet as she whirls to glare at him, mask crooked enough to reveal a bare grin, eyes ringed and face streaked in ash.]
Who the hell are you? What do you want? [The cheer in it is the brazen sort. Elation always shows its teeth.] You'll catch fire and die in that getup.