Blue stepped clear of the door, and gave Amore plenty of space.  She was about to say something when she noticed the door being locked, and thought better of it.<br/><br/><em>Non-threatening, show her your palms</em>said that part of Blue's mind that was always thinking about the next move in the fight.  Palms forward.  Hands low.  Not in a guard position, not ready to strike or to push or even defend.  She thought about telling Amore off being a stupid girl and nearly ruining the show everyone was banking on, but she knew that could only lead to disaster.  Maybe she should thank this beautiful, strong young woman for coming to her rescue.  But she hadn't needed rescuing, and surely Amore knew that?<br/><br/>Maybe... maybe there was no plan that could solve this tactical puzzle.  Maybe she was just going to have to wait, and see what happened next.