Khan stares at him with pale brown eyes, if anything reading less human than Jen. He nods. "Point." He went to the edge of the wall the shark keeps appearing near and peers down. The air seems to gain in tension and Jen wiggles as she watches him. Then, the big shaggy man starts to growl, low in his throat.
Jen squeaks "That's not good" very quietly, but it's not anyone there that Khan is angry at. Instead he looks back at them with a thunderous scowl.
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Date: 2014-08-13 12:36 am (UTC)Jen squeaks "That's not good" very quietly, but it's not anyone there that Khan is angry at. Instead he looks back at them with a thunderous scowl.
"Someone's controlling it. Someone's forcing it."