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thatdarncat (thatdarncat) wrote in silverage,

Oh great, now guns were involved. She had never felt comfortable using guns, though she supposed she had never fought anything other than a human before. It had been a long morning, and it wasn't even ten a.m. yet. Though she wouldn't say so, or even admit it to herself, she was frightened.

"Christo..." she repeated. Hoo, boy. She would definitely be wearing a few crosses, necessary or not.

"How did you-" she began to ask, but cut herself off. That was hardly the most surprising thing that had happened today. "It's fine. It's a little sore, but I've weathered worse, believe me."

She sighed, looking down at the revolver. "I'm starting to get that you don't really understand hyperbole or anything like that, so I expect you'll answer truthfully," she announced, glancing back up at the man...er, angel. "Will I be in serious danger?"