[Bruce flinches a little when River looks directly at him. The gaze is--unnerving, he can readily admit, and the words are cryptic enough that he can't quite understand it, a part of him has a feeling about what she's getting on.
His lips twist into a wry smile, and Bruce ducks away from her gaze to look at the pyre he had been halfway building.]
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His lips twist into a wry smile, and Bruce ducks away from her gaze to look at the pyre he had been halfway building.]
If it's getting dangerous then we should leave.