[She twitches, jerking back and starting to reach for Clint's hand with one of her own, with the intent to seize and break fingers. Until she realizes who it is. Where she is.
It's not hard for her to figure out what happened, based on the damage and the demeanor of those involved. Triela closes her eyes and leans back against the wall.] You should probably take my gun, signore. And my knives.
[There's little point to apologies, as far as she's concerned.]
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It's not hard for her to figure out what happened, based on the damage and the demeanor of those involved. Triela closes her eyes and leans back against the wall.] You should probably take my gun, signore. And my knives.
[There's little point to apologies, as far as she's concerned.]