<strong>"Tch,"</strong>is the noise she makes, sucking her tongue against her teeth.<strong>"It's like watching pigeons chase seed."</strong>her fingers flex around her axe, before she relaxes her stance, freeing one hand to scratch at her temple.<strong>"Right now, i say we just get the hell out of here. Best to come up with a plan to kill a bear <em>outside</em> it's den, hmm?"</strong>From the look on her face, the part about killing probably isn't a rhetorical device.<strong>"The longer we're in here, more likely we're going to find a fight. And... no offense to any of you, but I'm not seeing a lot of tactical genius happening if they catch us with our skirts up."<br/><br/>   "You have those papers. we skit out, look at 'em somewhere that <em>ain't full of big iron doors and weird magic, and think it over."</em></strong>