Honestly, at this point Doc isn't sure whether to be angry at the senselessness and of it all, or relieved that it was only half and they still have a place with a roof over their heads to take shelter in. He is perhaps a little bit of both, understandably.
"You did a poor job of rescuing me, if it is," he jokes. Doc isn't one to critique, especially not someone trying to be helpful, and someone who is more than worth her weight in help. Hopefully she can find what little humour there is in their current situation to be even remotely amusing.
"There was a thunderstorm. It might have struck the ground, set something ablaze, but the fire, it-- was. Unnatural." Doc doesn't know how to describe the way it moved. It felt aimless and targeted at the same time. Indiscriminate with how it consumed everything, and yet it seemed intent on consuming everything in its path.
"It moved with a sort of... almost awareness." She must think he's crazy, and, well, he wouldn't try to deny it. "I have never seen anything like it. I don't suppose you have, either. Fire is not something controlled."
No worries! Sorry I'm slow also
"You did a poor job of rescuing me, if it is," he jokes. Doc isn't one to critique, especially not someone trying to be helpful, and someone who is more than worth her weight in help. Hopefully she can find what little humour there is in their current situation to be even remotely amusing.
"There was a thunderstorm. It might have struck the ground, set something ablaze, but the fire, it-- was. Unnatural." Doc doesn't know how to describe the way it moved. It felt aimless and targeted at the same time. Indiscriminate with how it consumed everything, and yet it seemed intent on consuming everything in its path.
"It moved with a sort of... almost awareness." She must think he's crazy, and, well, he wouldn't try to deny it. "I have never seen anything like it. I don't suppose you have, either. Fire is not something controlled."