[He watches her mouth move intently. Then he speaks in a low, raspy rumble of a voice;]
I can't hear you.
[And with that, Rico closes his hand around hers and hauls her to her feet easily with casual strength and a hard yank - she's a young slip of a girl, only about a hundred pounds soaking wet, he estimates as he pulls her up, and he's more than twice that.]
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I can't hear you.
[And with that, Rico closes his hand around hers and hauls her to her feet easily with casual strength and a hard yank - she's a young slip of a girl, only about a hundred pounds soaking wet, he estimates as he pulls her up, and he's more than twice that.]