[Max cradles her arm gingerly. Her shocked stare shifts between the junk pile and Stan.
He made it stop. Mutant?
She made it go backwards... Mutant?
Pieces of scrap float above them. She sits up straighter and tries to edge away from him, afraid.]
Yes, but I didn't... I didn't mean to...
[She keeps trying to apologize, but can't get the words out. She's sorry she did whatever she did to the pile of junk- but she thought she was going to die, and there was no one nearby to save her, and... and it just happened.]
...Thanks. For that. [She tilts her head in the direction on the junk.]
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He made it stop. Mutant?
She made it go backwards... Mutant?
Pieces of scrap float above them. She sits up straighter and tries to edge away from him, afraid.]
Yes, but I didn't... I didn't mean to...
[She keeps trying to apologize, but can't get the words out. She's sorry she did whatever she did to the pile of junk- but she thought she was going to die, and there was no one nearby to save her, and... and it just happened.]
...Thanks. For that. [She tilts her head in the direction on the junk.]