[Dixon raises his eyebrows at Neffa's change of heart, completely oblivious to having caused a bureaucratic domino chain through Neffa's head. He mostly just wonders if he used the wrong word (he's always thought "people of color" sounded stupid as hell) and wondering, more sincerely, if he cares if he did. Ends up on the conclusion that no, he does not.
Dragging the tip of the sword against the floor, Dixon squints at the statue. He quietly walks down the hall, away from it, to the double door at the end, but a quick shove shows that it's locked. So the only way out is back through the atrium and down the hall on the other side.
Still walking softly, which would be cautious except for the shrrrrrrk of the sword tip against the marble floor, Dixon turns his interest back to the fountain, approaching tentatively and then, as it doesn't move, a bit more confidently. He closes the space between him and it, then snaps his fingers in the stone face. Nothing. They could just walk out, past the atrium.
Well, Dixon never did anything the clever way in his whole life. He lifts the sword and tries to slash through the statue.]
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Dragging the tip of the sword against the floor, Dixon squints at the statue. He quietly walks down the hall, away from it, to the double door at the end, but a quick shove shows that it's locked. So the only way out is back through the atrium and down the hall on the other side.
Still walking softly, which would be cautious except for the shrrrrrrk of the sword tip against the marble floor, Dixon turns his interest back to the fountain, approaching tentatively and then, as it doesn't move, a bit more confidently. He closes the space between him and it, then snaps his fingers in the stone face. Nothing. They could just walk out, past the atrium.
Well, Dixon never did anything the clever way in his whole life. He lifts the sword and tries to slash through the statue.]