<div style="text-align: justify;">The kid was frustrating. Hana might have been a loner all her life, but even she recognized that punching people in the middle of a conversation was both odd and rude. On the other hand, the red-head seemed surprisingly calm. Hana wondered why. Maybe they knew each other from before. She hadn't really paid much attention to their words.<br/><br/>Following the red-head down the corridor, Hana flinched almost before the bullets whizzed around the corner and slammed into the part of the wall that had been swiftly torn out and used as a shield by the red-head. Hana gripped the other woman's upper body tightly, her huge, frightened eyes just visible from behind a pale shoulder. <span style="color: #40FFFF">"Was bad idea,"</span> she mumbled, clearly unwilling to go forward and fight. Who knew how many things were out there?! She threw a quick look back at the kid. <span style="font-style: italic">He</span> was wearing some sort of armor. <span style="font-style: italic">He</span> could go do something. She giggled quietly as she realized she may not have to risk anything, and smiled encouragingly at him.</div>