"Jennifer," she said, aiming over his shoulder and shooting an approaching enemy in the forehead. "Lady O2F2, demolitions. I assume you're a melee guy?" she asked, indicating his swords. She was appraising him as she looked at him. It was a skill; being able to look at other players while simultaneously keeping an eye out for enemies. It was a skill she had learned, as well as learning how to listen to her games and to any sound of her parents approaching. Good girls didn't play video games, after all.<br/><br/>~<br/><br/>"Friendly player!" Logan called from his shelter, only thirty yards or so from the other player. His gun was in a two-handed grip, towards his shoulder, ready to be pointed in a moment. A summoner, huh? Interesting. Most of the games he played didn't allow for summoners, and it seemed like (on this level at least) this game wasn't inclined towards summoners, either. However, as there had been no warning as to the kind of game they were playing, who knew?<br/><br/>He fired twice behind him, taking a soldier out at the leg and stomach before turning back to the woman. "Permission to approach?" he called. He wouldn't take any chances; he had gotten hit by friendly fire a couple of times by not alerting a teammate to his approach.