[jerk away she does, with an irritated look — even injured, she'd had her club up in a defensive posture the moment the gun was trained on her, ready to dodge or strike if necessary. She doesn't yet lower it, keeping one eye on Kuroba and one on his counterpart.
She's had far more experience with being shot at than her companion, and plans on letting him know that in no uncertain words in the near future, but she recognizes that now is not the time. Instead, Nakamori slowly crouches, wobbling only a bit, and just as slowly retrieves her last bottle of tincture.
She's dealt with old soldiers before, and their many moods. She's a step away from being one herself. She knows how this goes.
Keeping her snarling club in hand, Nakamori pulls the cap and takes a short swig of the tincture before corking it again. The message is clear: Not poison. Then she gently rolls the bottle along the carpet with just enough force for it to reach the other pair]
As Mr. Kuroba said. No one's here to hurt you.
[unless one of the Mansion's more unsavoury characters makes an appearance, but if that happens she'll deal with them]
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She's had far more experience with being shot at than her companion, and plans on letting him know that in no uncertain words in the near future, but she recognizes that now is not the time. Instead, Nakamori slowly crouches, wobbling only a bit, and just as slowly retrieves her last bottle of tincture.
She's dealt with old soldiers before, and their many moods. She's a step away from being one herself. She knows how this goes.
Keeping her snarling club in hand, Nakamori pulls the cap and takes a short swig of the tincture before corking it again. The message is clear: Not poison. Then she gently rolls the bottle along the carpet with just enough force for it to reach the other pair]
As Mr. Kuroba said. No one's here to hurt you.
[unless one of the Mansion's more unsavoury characters makes an appearance, but if that happens she'll deal with them]