[The slow procession has her hackles up, but not for any good or rational reason. She's just entirely on edge, in a new environment and decidedly lacking in almost everything that would make her comfortable.]
[But -- and here she rolls her shoulders, just to feel their reassuring weight -- she still has her gunblades. Nothing she can't handle without them.]
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[But -- and here she rolls her shoulders, just to feel their reassuring weight -- she still has her gunblades. Nothing she can't handle without them.]