"I probably have more of a right to be in here when compared to you." She said warily as the hand at her waist pulled something out of her belt.
Surprise! She now had a crossbow aimed at him. How did a crossbow fit in her utility belt? If asked, she could easily explain the wonders of nexus shopping and having two unofficial patron goddesses supplying her with awesome birthday gifts like stuff with magic pockets and subspace. "Not another step or I swear you'll permanently lose the use of your right arm." Was she that good of a shot? Did he want to risk it?