[Nothing slammed against the other side of the doors, not yet. She's got her heels dug in, waiting for the inevitable barrage when she sees that figure. Humanoid. Her gun goes up first, wavering only at the sound of a voice. Clear. Coherent. Sane.
She moves as she's bid and helps him shove the table in place, staggering back once she's certain it will hold. For however long. Then there was the man. He seemed normal enough, but after those? She takes a few steps back and keeps her revolver up.]
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She moves as she's bid and helps him shove the table in place, staggering back once she's certain it will hold. For however long. Then there was the man. He seemed normal enough, but after those? She takes a few steps back and keeps her revolver up.]
Who are you, and what are they?