She looked from the computer screen to the phone with the flashing red light.
An alert popped up on the screen before her as well as on her micro, and she opened it.
She pressed one button, then another, struggling to understand the symbols that popped up on the screen in response.
The table top lit up with a blank grey screen and four dozen multi-hued buttons, with geometric symbols she assumed was writing.
The screen door squealed as he opened it.
Gabe saw the screen light up with a text message.
Excited to see that even this world had video games, she sat in the chair behind the buttons and screen, studying all three in an attempt to figure out how the game worked.
Ne'Rin stood staring at one screen with interest.
A quick glance at the screen told him it was one of his most trusted Guardians, Toni.
Wondering how much he should say, A'Ran's gaze went to another screen first, the one listing the details of their unsuccessful peace mission.
His gaze slid to the screen Ne'Rin faced.
It was packed with warriors facing a screen with A'Ran's calm, hard image displayed.
No image appeared on the screen, and she began to wonder if A'Ran would respond, even to her.
The screen door squealed and slammed, and then Alex spoke.
There was no way to lock the screen, so she simply pushed it shut and started for the house.
"There they are!" a woman called, pointing at the screen in front of her.
I didn't get you the full touch screen, though.
Realizing she clenched the phone in her hand, she locked the screen and sat staring at the asphalt.
Damian sat in his office before the computer, glancing between the instant messaging boxes popping up on one computer screen and the geospatial depiction of the past hundred years' worth of battles between his Guardians and the Black God's vamps on another screen.
The living room was equipped with a massive flat screen television and worn furniture.
Jule's face disappeared from the screen, and the pain eased.
An unread text message blinked on the screen. 4got 2 tell you.
I wish I had someone to screen my calls.
He sobered, staring at the screen a moment before typing again.
He paused a moment, staring at the screen as if it might respond.
Tim, his government contact and the highest-ranking individual in the PMF, was already on screen when Brady entered the comms center.
Her gaze flickered to the screen beneath her fingertips, and she typed the alarm disarm codes.
Frowning, Lana remained before the screen even as the blond woman disappeared.
Lana crossed to the screen and touched it, bringing up details of the attacks.
"Turn that off, Lana," the general ordered in a softer tone as he glanced towards a woman manning the screen on the left.
Imaging of the mountain flashed off and was replaced by a screen full of colors and letters Brady didn't understand.
Brady looked up from the radar imaging on the screen before him.
The highest-ranking military members and civilian staff members were crammed into the small center, staring at the scene on the screen before them.
She glanced up at the screen, feeling uneasy about reading messages the dead man had sent.
He was peering closely at the people on the screen, as if trying to assess if there were any survivors.
Mary Hendrikhovna obliged them with the loan of a petticoat to be used as a curtain, and behind that screen Rostov and Ilyin, helped by Lavrushka who had brought their kits, changed their wet things for dry ones.
The gates of the sanctuary screen were closed, the curtain was slowly drawn, and from behind it a soft mysterious voice pronounced some words.
A shadow crossed her screen, and she snapped the cell against her body.
Dusty looked up from the computer screen as Toni walked in, staggering under the weight of a massive box.
I'd lived so clement an existence that the sum total of my exposure to mayhem came from the soft cushioned sofa fronting a wide screen television.
Martha opened the screen door with a flourish Grandpa built this place in the nineteen thirties and wired it years later.
Betsy was alone on the porch but as we approached, Martha opened the screen door, her arm around a frail looking man, about five-seven, who wore an off-center toupee and a fragile smile.