#denshikairo

                 {-- Glossy eyes stare petulantly at thick sheet metal. The bolts are impossible; the side of both her fists, jammed together and attempting to spin it or something. Frustration, fear of failure...what will the others think? Strangers, stranger and stranger things happening, a game of death hanging over their heads. There’s a sharp noise, a fingernail cracking, and she winces, pulling back her hands and inspecting the damage. A noise alerts. She whirls, in a panic, but relaxes upon view. Trust is the name of the game. {--