"We're not talking about me right now," Conan points out irritably. "Just try to keep from getting any worse." At the back of his mind was the sure knowledge that if Hattori got further injured and couldn't walk out of here, there was nothing he could do. He had no chance of getting him away from here on his own.
At the sound of footsteps, Conan bends over awkwardly and stretches his left hand around his right foot to reach the dial. He carefully turns it, then straightens up and allows his free right hand to hover just over the controls on his belt.
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Date: 2019-01-31 01:50 am (UTC)At the sound of footsteps, Conan bends over awkwardly and stretches his left hand around his right foot to reach the dial. He carefully turns it, then straightens up and allows his free right hand to hover just over the controls on his belt.
He nods at Hattori to signal he was ready.