>>18905562>[As Amy's arm blocks Sola's path forward -- and out, and away from this wretched situation -- Sola turns to look her smaller but equal opponent dead in the eyes. But a movement -- pink clothing, brown hair, ivory skin: Carmody -- catches Sola's attention for a brief instant, and the golden eyes Sola returns to fix on are now shimmering with something more than just rage. If these two were anything close to alike predators, now the advantage had fallen heavily in favour of Amy Flame.]"I don't - she didn't - we haven't - I don't know if she" --
>[Sola Fire can't will herself to move, despite the route forward now clear. Amy's touch across Sola's abdomen is unwelcome and perverse, but Sola cannot bring herself to swat it away. She cannot hold Amy's gaze any longer, and looks to the floor. Quietly, lacking the gusto she had previously felt ready to explode out of her, Sola speaks:]"I don't know if I'm *like* you. But I know I'm nothing like *you*. I don't betray the people I care about, Amy. Those Jefferson girls really are something, and you'd better hope Colby never realises it."
>[Sola goes to take a step away, let Amy win this battle but keep the war in play. That would be a passive response. Too passive.]"No. No! You want to fight? Then let's do it. I see Karna's out there right now. Try and beat me up and make me miss my match. Take a swing at me, Waitress. See what happens."
