Alexis lowered the crossbow slightly in order to give the newcomer a quick scan. The outfit she was in didn't leave much to the imagination and there were no visible weapons. She quickly glanced over at the snow-haired woman pointing her gun, deciding that somehow she wouldn't bring an unarmed partner to a robbery, and that she probably would have turned her revolver to another direction. She had enemies, definitely, and she was seeking shelter.<br/><br/>"<i>There's -this- kind of room service, I'd wager. She's just a worker girl, noth--</i>" Alexis steeled once again the crossbow's aim towards the leatherclad woman at the door, after the sleek design of her leggings gave her something to worry. "<i>The gun hiding in your pants, out with it. I can see it, I'm not an idiot. Take it off.</i>" Alexis moved carefully in an arc towards the other corner of the room so as to have both of them in her view. The good thing about the Den is that it had people. The bad thing about the Den is that it had people.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>