I am coming out."<br/><br/>The woman steps out from behind the table, holstering the pistol, and lifting her hands so palms are displayed peacefully.  She looks over the strike team, thin eyebrows arching.  "Eaaaasy, Handsome."  The last thing she clearly wanted was to be shot before she got paid, leaning forward to inspect the pair behind the front line as they scramble in and the assorted injured being tended by the medic, lips pursing thoughtfully.  It is clear even to those casually glancing in her direction she is sizing up the crew, and when she leans back and flashes a smile, it is one of approval.  There doesn't seem to be anyone she focuses on more than a second, though the elves do get a double take.<br/><br/>"So, what now?  No one has to shoot anyone, but we still have to get out of here somehow... and I cannot leave this woman behind."  Perhaps she was playing on sympathies she didn't exactly know that anyone here had, but since they hadn't shot her yet, it was a gamble she was willing to take.  She looks coyly over her shoulder, "I am afraid, though, that without assistance..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>