"Shooting you?  No, sheila, wouldn't do a thing like that, not for cooperating so well!  Besides, it's hard to leave no presence with a body lying around, right?" the dwarf responded, a little less smug-sounding now, but no less determined "No, you do your part, I uphold my end, that's how this thing goes, promise."<br/><br/>And indeed, once the door was open, the dwarf stepped in, and shut the door with a pantomime of her blowing a kiss as she put her weapon away.  That was the last of the dwarf as she rushed to the locker room, quickly changed, and was leaving just as her replacement - a new elf who looked like he'd met the wrong end of a razorboy's blade-arms with his face - was coming in to change for his shift.  He didn't say a word as she passed, and heading downstairs it seemed that all was normal, nothing was out of place, and John seemed a little more awake than before, probably because of the new guy coming in a few minutes earlier.  He barely glanced up at her, a grunt as his way of saying 'goodbye,' as usual, and out the door into the not-quite-stifling city of Chicago proper, the sounds of the distant CZ and Dreamtown the other direction echoing slightly in the distance, and the lights of both lighting up the area as she headed to her car...