The sound of approaching footsteps had startled her, and now she’s
crouched on the ground, midway through an attempt to jump-start an
ancient Centipede cabinet and see if anyone ever got a chance to beat
her high score.
“Jesus!” she hisses
Camille drops the two ageing wires in her hands before she can connect them, and they spark briefly before going quiet when they hit the ground. Her voice, though not particularly loud, echoes in the stillness, bouncing off the high ceilings and the old arcade cabinets.
She stands up to her full height (five-foot-two with boots on) and cranes her neck to check if the other intruder is someone she should be worried about.