[Whatever discomfort Clyde experiences is ignored in favor of filling the space that thing had been with bullets. After her current chamber's spent she flicks out the cylinder, shakes loose the spent shells and starts loading it up again from a blessedly infinite stash in her pocket. Well. She thinks that, and it's her mind, so fuck it.
It wasn't there- not anymore. She turns in a slow circle, eyes low-
movement under the sink.
She fires. She cant' hear a damn thing, not anymore, but that'll be dealt with later.]
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It wasn't there- not anymore. She turns in a slow circle, eyes low-
movement under the sink.
She fires. She cant' hear a damn thing, not anymore, but that'll be dealt with later.]