[Eleanor had been drawn by the sound of the truck engine, having not really expected to find anyone else out poking at the dome, and she stepped out of the trees just in time to hear him curse as his stick heated up. She couldn't help but smile faintly, reaching up to adjust her purse on her shoulder before she approached.]
You might want to be careful. [Her voice was tinged with amusement as she called out to him, made a bit more evident by the bit of an English/Irish accent she seemed to stubbornly hold onto.]
The harder you poke it, the harder it seems to poke back.
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You might want to be careful. [Her voice was tinged with amusement as she called out to him, made a bit more evident by the bit of an English/Irish accent she seemed to stubbornly hold onto.]
The harder you poke it, the harder it seems to poke back.
[She'd learned that first hand.]