Samson's hooded, but desperate and silently mouthed 'For what?!', and appropriate hand motions, was again completely missed by April and Guillermo. Her, as her aching body cried with every fiber to her brain. Him, focused tirelessly on some piece of machinery the worker was narrating.
April's hands crossed as they rose, turned outward, clasped against each other and stretched her shoulders, eyes still closed and rolled back into her head. Persephone's irate but still silent 'You know God damn well for what ... We're going to have a long talk about this!'
Samson's rolled eyes, confusion, and frustration did nothing to placate the fury of the Heiress to the Empire or extricate himself from his self-made dog house.
April's hands slipped apart and slapped to the rail behind her back as h
