—surely if I just down this really quick, it won't taste so terrible—
What happens next happens so fast that Felicity that can barely understand the sequence of events. She remembers hearing a metal chair being pushed against the concrete floors, but she doesn't see it. Somewhere around her was a blur of ORANGE, until it's replaced by a blur of RED. Then her eyes are following the liquid goo as it splashes out of its mug and onto a stranger's jumpsuit. She hears the hiss of the heat and her eyes grow wide.
"Oh iiiiiiii am soooo sorry." She reaches to press two measly napkins on his jumpsuit — it might be able to absorb some of the coffee — before she pulls back at the last minute. If the coffee was hot, pressing his clothes into him might hurt more than help. Felicity glances behind him towards a clock on the wall. There's still eight minutes before the announcements begin.
"I- I can fix this," she says more to herself than Derek, before Felicity grabs his hand and starts pulling him out of the Commissary. Normally, she probably would have grabbed his arm or something, but coffee got on his sleeves too.
They were headed towards the restrooms. She can't provide him with a fresh suit, but the least she could do is use an endless supply of paper towels to help dry him off.
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What happens next happens so fast that Felicity that can barely understand the sequence of events. She remembers hearing a metal chair being pushed against the concrete floors, but she doesn't see it. Somewhere around her was a blur of ORANGE, until it's replaced by a blur of RED. Then her eyes are following the liquid goo as it splashes out of its mug and onto a stranger's jumpsuit. She hears the hiss of the heat and her eyes grow wide.
"Oh iiiiiiii am soooo sorry." She reaches to press two measly napkins on his jumpsuit — it might be able to absorb some of the coffee — before she pulls back at the last minute. If the coffee was hot, pressing his clothes into him might hurt more than help. Felicity glances behind him towards a clock on the wall. There's still eight minutes before the announcements begin.
"I- I can fix this," she says more to herself than Derek, before Felicity grabs his hand and starts pulling him out of the Commissary. Normally, she probably would have grabbed his arm or something, but coffee got on his sleeves too.
They were headed towards the restrooms. She can't provide him with a fresh suit, but the least she could do is use an endless supply of paper towels to help dry him off.