Loretta cocked a brow. "<span style="color: purple">Pretty sure she meant fifteen minutes to set up the plastic. Probably have less than that in seconds to get out of the way. That shit could sink a ship, so we won't have to worry about the door, and probably not whatever's past it, either.</span>" At that she put a hand on Fanya's shoulder and took a few more steps back to make sure that they'd be out of the way of the blast.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>