by Choco » Wed May 04, 2011 12:23 pm
Luchia shrugged. "The lounge?" She asked, slightly fearful. She knew the panic would set in sooner or later, and her body had already tensed. Since the mug was just sitting there she decided she might as well put it away, so she did that.
Tamsin glared at him. "You'll find that if guns are the difference from you dying and you staying alive, that you really start liking them." She said, offended by his sarcasm. For some odd reason, it reminded her of Sthen, and Sthen reminded her of a old memory. She was running from somebody, and she hadn't ad enough time to get anything to defend herself. They were definately a alien, and they had her cornered. They pointed the gun, her gun, at her and smirked. "I'll shoot if you try to get away." Wouldn't he just shoot anyway? The male looked incredibly like Sthen, almost as if they were family... She broke out her memory with a shock, remembering that Ginry had probably just seen it.