The Abyssal looked the blonde over, considering the offer in silence for a few moments and staring without word or nonverbal cue when the hand was offered.  Rather than accept the shake, she hefted the great goremaul out of the ground with both hands, leaving a sharp imprint of a grinning skull where the makeshift stand had helped to hold up the weapon.  She started walking, heading up towards the fortifications wordlessly, but watching for any signs of trouble.<br/><br/>The alien whispers clawed at her mind, warning her of treachery, of deception, of imminent death, and the Abyssal did her best to ignore them for the time being.  She didn't have it within herself to open her heart, not again, not after what happened last time.  She could just stick to killing demons.  At least she was good at that.