<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ncTr42c.png)</div>Tamrithra's stance softened slightly as the situation dawned on her. Without much ability to communicate she gave them a knowing nod and pointed her rifle's muzzle to the floor at an angle. Once they were gone and (hopefully) in a safer place, the Nyemai leaned down and examined the leader's pistol.<br/><br/>"Could sell for a pretty credit..." she mused as she stored it in a secure holding on her backpack.<br/><br/>Tamrithra gagged at the iron-tinted smell of human blood. Even before entering the room her nose informed her of what lay ahead. She had little desire to linger in the area, having seen enough. The sight of the eastern sign was a small relief, indicating that she was closer to her goal.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP 3/4<br/>Laser Pistol Ammo 9/10<br/>Laser Rifle Ammo 16/20<br/><br/>Following the big, obvious label. :P</div></div>