[COMPLETED UNTIL SEASON 5]
Ana Thompson always seems to wind up in the strangest predicaments...
A perpetual victim of Murphy's Law, Ana finds herself arriving in Hawkins, Indiana just prior to the events of November 6th, 1983.
And, just prior to f...
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"OKAY, let's try this again," Ana said, enunciating each word in an exaggerated fashion. "The machine y'all are working on-"
"Machina, machina, yes," Alexei repeated back in Russian. Even while handcuffed to tree, effectively bear hugging nature, the scientist was still surprisingly chipper and engaged while he tried to communicate with Ana, despite the obvious language barrier.
Continuing with her line of questioning, now that they had translated at least one word, Ana asked, "the machina you're building. What's it for?" However, merely Alexei stared at her blankly in return. She was starting to wonder if learning Russian would have been a better pursuit than the eight years spent study Spanish, which amounted to bubkis.
"Alright," Ana sighed in resignation. Things weren't going as well as she'd originally hoped. "The machina, yes?" Alexei enthusiastically nodded his head, showing he was following thus far. "Does it-" She paused, horrified by the words about to escape her mouth. "Does it affect magnets?"
Smiling, with what could only be described as childlike glee, Alexei nodded emphatically, "magnit, da." At least that's was two words translated, which was something, she supposed.
Although, their astounding lack of progress was interrupted when Hopper shouted, "Ana, please! You're givin' me a headache, both of you!" When she slowly turned to look at the police chief, who had been fiddling unsuccessfully with the broken Blazer, her face was scrunched with a look of reproach.
"Twice," Ana said as she strode towards Hopper, two fingers waving poignantly in the air. "Twice, you've yelled at me in the last day. Wanna see what happens on the third?" There was an unmistakable challenge in her tone that had Hopper's face dropping from a look of agitation to one of concern.
"I'm sorry," he apologized quickly, "but what have you learned, huh? You learned that Smirnoff over there is Russian and works for Starcourt, two things we already knew." His tone had turned a smidge softer, so there was that.
Resting her hip on the side of their seemingly useless vehicle, Ana argued the contrary. "Well, I've learned that his name is Alexei, not Smirnoff, and now I know the Russian words for machine and magnet. That's more progress than you've managed to make on the car." Hopper's mouth fell into a firm line at the observation.
Leaning down, so he was closer to eye level with her, Hopper instructed, "yeah? Why don't you confirm whether this baby'll start, huh?" Before tossing the car keys at her head.
Catching them seamlessly, because he'd thrown them at her face and not over her for once, Ana climbed into the driver's seat while Hopper told her to, "keep it in park, please."
"I'm going to put it in drive and run you over," she muttered to herself, though it was intentionally loud enough for Hopper to make out. Ana was almost certain she could hear the sound of his eyes rolling into the back of his skull at her statement.
