The door creaks open on a sunny, cool day where a thin wind that smells of faintly wrong things breezes over concrete and grass. A moment later the muzzle of a ten-millimeter pistol makes its appearance at the edge of the doorframe, followed first by the rest of the gun and then by its wielder: an Asian-looking woman who can't be more than twenty
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"Are you okay?"
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Call it professional curiosity, but Chainsaw wanders closer, head tilted.
Her expression isn't quite concerned; intrigued, maybe.
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Oh. There's one of them now. With a look of chagrin she straightens her armor somewhat and come to her feet.
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Funny thing: the words are about right for the situation, but the attitude isn't. Chainsaw has never bothered to conceal his (or her) tendency to laugh at the misfortunes of others.
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Better than a few moments ago, at least?
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At all.
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"...I'm not particularly sure what you're referring to." This coming from the man who looks like he could pass for a professor or respected elder-well-anywhere, "...Walking?"
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