[ Just that much aggression back home was almost always a precursor to something much worse. Sally has been mobbed enough times to develop some instinctive self protection-- but her defense mechanisms fall short with her gutted inventory. She doesn't have the proper weapon (chemical or otherwise) for a head on fight so there's nothing to grab for in that single moment of intense animosity when her shoulders are grabbed.

Her apology seems to do the trick, but damn if the woman doesn't heavily prefer being properly armed. ]

Evi-fucking-dentially

[ Her festering temper and gnawing anxiety are pointed away from Vi personally; anyone who just got here is probably having a shit day, right?

Sally sighs and scrubs a gloved hand across her forehead, sweating with the distress of a junkie starved. Her withdrawals are actually the least troublesome issue right now. ]

Pretty sure I know the answer to this already but-- you haven't seen a little baby girl around, have you?

[ Her voice is raw and tremulant in defiance of the answer she's already certain she'll get. No one has seen Gwen. She couldn't possibly be that lucky. ]