[While she is familiar... there's that good ol'-fashioned thing called panic. Otherwise known as Waster of Bullets and Destroyer of Common Sense.]
[When his face comes into better view, Heather's on her back amidst a jumble of brightly-colored souvenir containers, legs hooked over a crumpled cardboard cutout of one of the park's many mascots, eyes wide as saucers and whole torso heaving with the effort of getting enough air in to calm her heart, which is, as she'd put it, "totally spazzing out". And at the sound of that huge robotic voice speaking her name, she sucks in a wheezy breath and starts to scramble backwards-- ... only to stop.]
[The frightened, tooth-baring grimace that had been on her face before is replaced by a confused (and still pretty terrified) frown as the facts in front of her start to sink in. .... And then it clicks.]
[In the space of about three seconds, her face runs through a rather impressive array of emotions-- first bewilderment, then fear, then utter relief ... before finally settling on mad.]
[She opens her mouth a couple of times, decides 'Ironhide' has too many syllables, and just yelps--]
YOU!
[Rolling onto her side limply, she lets her head meet the floor with an audible THUNK.]
You almost gave me a HEART ATTACK! JEEZ! I thought you were-- ... DON'T DO THAT!
[EVER AGAIN. EVER AGAIN. Oh god, did she even have a heart anymore? Or had it just vibrated itself into antimatter by this point? Wheeze.]
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[When his face comes into better view, Heather's on her back amidst a jumble of brightly-colored souvenir containers, legs hooked over a crumpled cardboard cutout of one of the park's many mascots, eyes wide as saucers and whole torso heaving with the effort of getting enough air in to calm her heart, which is, as she'd put it, "totally spazzing out". And at the sound of that huge robotic voice speaking her name, she sucks in a wheezy breath and starts to scramble backwards-- ... only to stop.]
[The frightened, tooth-baring grimace that had been on her face before is replaced by a confused (and still pretty terrified) frown as the facts in front of her start to sink in. .... And then it clicks.]
[In the space of about three seconds, her face runs through a rather impressive array of emotions-- first bewilderment, then fear, then utter relief ... before finally settling on mad.]
[She opens her mouth a couple of times, decides 'Ironhide' has too many syllables, and just yelps--]
YOU!
[Rolling onto her side limply, she lets her head meet the floor with an audible THUNK.]
You almost gave me a HEART ATTACK! JEEZ! I thought you were-- ... DON'T DO THAT!
[EVER AGAIN. EVER AGAIN. Oh god, did she even have a heart anymore? Or had it just vibrated itself into antimatter by this point? Wheeze.]