[The voice, its volume jerking from a yell down to a whisper and back again, comes from the side of the space low down against a wall, and then struggles to fit its words around a fit of coughing.]
Just me here. Some- something I can do- do for you?
[The last little slice of the coughing fit’s cut with wet gasps as he tries to get enough breath. Hank leans forward, trying to balance against it, squinting through sweat soaked hair and past the legs of the training dummies arrayed in a half circle around him to see who’s talking. His hand slaps down on the foot of the one closest and, hey, is that enough to activate the thing, so it responds as if Hank is trying to fight it? It sure is. Does it occur to Hank to look up from the ground to see what’s happening way up in the air above him? It sure doesn’t.]
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[The voice, its volume jerking from a yell down to a whisper and back again, comes from the side of the space low down against a wall, and then struggles to fit its words around a fit of coughing.]
Just me here. Some- something I can do- do for you?
[The last little slice of the coughing fit’s cut with wet gasps as he tries to get enough breath. Hank leans forward, trying to balance against it, squinting through sweat soaked hair and past the legs of the training dummies arrayed in a half circle around him to see who’s talking. His hand slaps down on the foot of the one closest and, hey, is that enough to activate the thing, so it responds as if Hank is trying to fight it? It sure is. Does it occur to Hank to look up from the ground to see what’s happening way up in the air above him? It sure doesn’t.]