Well, I'm sorry. I left my cache of weapons back home. [ She can't help but look annoyed, despite the fact that she has no business being out here swinging around a fucking lamp for self defense.
Still, she does fall in line, mostly because her "weapon" is bent and likely not going to be much use against anyone.
With the door looking like it's seen better days, she peeks around him, scanning the room -- open windows, flimsy curtains billowing in the night air, screaming suddenly silent. She hadn't really considered that this might be a trap, that if she'd rushed in swinging her lamp around alone, she might have been ambushed. But the thought crosses her mind now. It had been reckless and foolhardy...
And she would have done it all over again if she thought someone was in real danger. ]
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Still, she does fall in line, mostly because her "weapon" is bent and likely not going to be much use against anyone.
With the door looking like it's seen better days, she peeks around him, scanning the room -- open windows, flimsy curtains billowing in the night air, screaming suddenly silent. She hadn't really considered that this might be a trap, that if she'd rushed in swinging her lamp around alone, she might have been ambushed. But the thought crosses her mind now. It had been reckless and foolhardy...
And she would have done it all over again if she thought someone was in real danger. ]
You normally go waving a gun around?