The girl listens.. Ivy hears the faint tiny sound..evidently whatever she's wearing around her neck works both ways.  A Translator!<br/><br/>The woman furls her brow..as if trying to understand.  Suppose the translator isn't all that good afterall.  She raises a hand and waves it back and forth infront of you.<br/><br/>"No.  No Kill.  Be Calm.  No Hurt"<br/><br/>She very slowly lowers the gun, seeing that Ivy isn't going to be just reacting violently.  You get abit of a look at it.  It's pistol sized, although strangely the top finger goes atop the barrel..the other fingers below.  It's sleek, and the end is conical tapering to a very very very small point.  There is a discrete hole..but you can't imagine what is fired out.  Laser beams?  Maybe it's a squirt gun?<br/><br/>The woman doesn't move, standing there.. much like two predatory cats.. both wary of the other..but neither one attacking yet.  Not that attacking would really accomplish anything..they would gas the room and sort it all out.  A total prisoner.