A voice from below halted Sabine in her tracks. She backpedaled a few steps and then spun around to march back to the rail. Had she managed to hit someone below? Oh, please, let it be so! Would that not be the funniest thing ever? What had the voice said? Nah, she hadn't hit them. That can was heavy and if she'd hit someone there would have been more swearing involved.
Hardly more than a few beats passed before she made it to the rail, but by then she'd given up the hope that she'd hit someone. That was alright, she decided. The idea that she'd only scared the bejesus out of someone was still pretty funny. And the voice didn't belong to Ehrgeiz, which was definitely a plus. She needed to branch out and make some more enemies...or friends...or whatever it was that people called entertaining folk these days. Dropping heavy things on strangers seemed like as good a ploy as any.
Sabine crouched down beside the rail and then leaned over the side so she could hang her head over. She breathed in deeply and then grimaced as the odd smell hit her nose. The cans were always hit and miss, and this one already smelled like a miss. Unless, by chance, it was the speaker who stunk. "My lunch, I hope." The question hadn't been directed at her, but eh, she had the answer.
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