[ She drops the gun, surprise lingering in her expression as she stares at her weapon skittering away from her. She shakes her hand, grimacing a little in pain as she looks around to where the stick came from. How did-- it didn't make sense.
Not that it helped with Mr. X looming, but it seemed to help enough to make her realize something isn't right. ]
Hello? [ She tries to call out again, moving her hands in front of her. ] Is someone there?
[ Maybe if she could touch them it would make sense. Though the last thing she needed was to get up close and personal with Mr. X but -- if this wasn't real then what was? ]
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Not that it helped with Mr. X looming, but it seemed to help enough to make her realize something isn't right. ]
Hello? [ She tries to call out again, moving her hands in front of her. ] Is someone there?
[ Maybe if she could touch them it would make sense. Though the last thing she needed was to get up close and personal with Mr. X but -- if this wasn't real then what was? ]
Please let someone else be there.