It's certainly logical, at least as far as he's spelling it out. Her fingers twitch in agitation. Weighing him and his word and that yes - she is still armed. Aside from manhandling in her confusion, she hadn't been touched. Granted, the gun might have something to do with it, but still. Enough men changed that, she couldn't kill them all. ( only most, says the blackwater at her throat. )
Her acceptance comes, when she sits again. Still just a little on edge, still ready to bolt. "Who are you? What is this place?"
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Her acceptance comes, when she sits again. Still just a little on edge, still ready to bolt. "Who are you? What is this place?"