[She might glance around him, looking for Locus, as if he might appear from some shadow. She could count any number of ways that it could actually get worse, but what could she say. Maybe the glass half full of the Reds and Blues had rubbed off on her. Sometimes. She was more the glass half empty with her view points.
She could toss a piece of armour and reach for her knife. A good stab would slow him down enough. Carolina knew that, still bore the scar from where the knife had gone into her. Reach for the gun... It was that calculating expression, eyes narrowing as his posture altered, but he didn't make a move to come closer to her. Oh, she was so very aware of the situation and the threat that it held, but she also didn't let it show.]
Then you're not going to be disappointed when I don't answer. You thought- let me guess. Not dead?
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She could toss a piece of armour and reach for her knife. A good stab would slow him down enough. Carolina knew that, still bore the scar from where the knife had gone into her. Reach for the gun... It was that calculating expression, eyes narrowing as his posture altered, but he didn't make a move to come closer to her. Oh, she was so very aware of the situation and the threat that it held, but she also didn't let it show.]
Then you're not going to be disappointed when I don't answer. You thought- let me guess. Not dead?