Yasha regards the rabbit with a lopsided smile, more than a little confused but willing to go along with things for now. After all, she'd just been inside a marten and her stomach was beginning to grumble that it hadn't had anything in it- that, and her career out here in the boonies wasn't starting out particularly auspiciously despite her talent as a sniper. The others, at least, seemed willing to not rub it in so much. "Alright then, Lady Thumper," she says, cheerfully mixing the intimate and formal modes of address; if you were confused, try to spread it around. "Anyway, I-" she surrenders the rifle. "Dealing with some bandits. Had a charge go off inside the breach- it just needs some parts remade and filed down, I think. The bolt action's always been a little finicky, but it's wonderfully accurate so I put up with the poor workmanship in that part." She winces as one of the springs flies off, making a mental note to find one in her box.<br/><br/>[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/388456">Notice</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">2#1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">6</span>oh my<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/388458">Notice (exploded die)</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">2#1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">2</span><span style="font-weight: bold">4</span>Barely succeeds! I think!]]<br/><br/>Very casually, while the rabbit keeps fiddlign with her rifle, the squirrel's ears twitch once and she walks over towards the other woman, leaning in closely. "By the way," she says in a low, husky drawl, "Don't look suddenly- there's a human with face-fur and a grey coat who's been following me, over by the latrine stalls to our left. Is he a local you know?" This close, she takes a deep breath, and by force of will stifles her stomach's attempt to growl hungrily.