Zi paused mid-stride as she heard the faint sounds of talking up ahead; after the past two weeks of being on the run, every instinct in her body seemed to just scream<i>ambush</i>. It was a silly thought, as no bounty-hunters would risk giving up their position with casual chatter, but the reward on her head had made her a bit hypersensitive to her surroundings. Once she quelled that sudden bout of paranoia, the girl did her best to  make a show of nonchalantly stretching before opening the dingy, unmarked door to the meeting place.<br/><br/>As she entered the room, she barely offered a glance at the other people milling about, paying them just enough mind to analyze them; three men, one woman... all seeming to be armed with decent gear. If this ~was~ a trap to flush her out of hiding, she would most likely lose with those odds. That much was fairly certain. Without so much as a greeting, she wrapped her hand around the back of one of the chairs and slid it out in one smooth motion, before promptly dropping into its seat and folding one leg over the other. The woman was clad in a leather jacket and thick, presumably denim pants held up only by a makeshift belt. The only thing worthy of notice on her would probably be the revolver strapped tightly to her left thigh. With the condition it was in, the weapon could easily rake in at least a few hundred bullets, and having it so blatantly displayed for all to see spoke volumes about the girl's character. She was either completely confident, or lacked any sense whatsoever.<br/><br/>With nothing else to occupy her attention in the meantime, she finally turned a bit more scrutiny to the other occupants of the room, most of whom were practically salivating at the many lockers full of equipment along the wall. Zi's lips gradually shifted into a light, slightly-amused smirk at the sight before turning back to face the table. She might grab a few spare filters and maybe a rifle on the way out, but all things considered, she preferred to travel with a small burden to carry. It made running much easier.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Magenta">You all here for the tunnel-run too, I assume?</span>" she chirped quietly, barely speaking in more than a whisper as she reached up a hand to absently run along the coarse stubble of her shaved scalp. In the back of her mind, she couldn't help but offer a small prayer that she wouldn't be recognized.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>