Contrary to popular belief, Derple was rather swift on her feet. The slide and landing was simple, also in part because she could see clearly and was expecting it. Made it swiftly easy to glance around at the others in the vicinity. And at the message, to which truth be told Derple would want it the other way; you could find ammo easy enough, even she knew that! Plus you could hit someone with a gun, right? Couldn't hit someone with a bullet really...<br/><br/>The next observation were her... allies? All elves... one short with lots of hair, one taller with lots of tattoos (was she someone from Lily-licious? Lots of them had tattoos...), and the last one was lean with lots of muscles. Strangely enough, Derple would note this wasn't the first time she was around a bunch of elves; for some reason she tended to be around a lot of them, which was nice because they were really pretty... even if some of them liked to grope and fondle her. Her manager said it made for good sims though...<br/><br/>"Uh... hello?" Derple said to the other three. "Um... is everyone okay? You can see, yes?"