[ Gwen wasn't sure what she was thinking when she signed up for this mission; maybe it had something to do with proving to herself that she was just as capable of being a contributing member of a space crew as anyone else. Maybe it was just because she was bored. Once the communications cut out and she ate fruit that made her puke her guts up into the bushes, she started to wonder if this was going to turn out like all of her really great ideas turned out.
Namely that things would go to shit and likely get a ton of people killed. ]
I'm fairly certain that rabbit-looking thing tried to bite off my fing-
[ She had been rounding the scout ship, informing anyone in earshot loudly of her most recent wildlife experience, when she realized the stance of the young man and his hand on his... Whatever. Space gun, probably. How the hell would Gwen know? Regardless, she knew that body language, and her own hand went straight to her hip where her own gun was holstered. Her voice lowered as she moved up next to him, following his gaze into the brush. ]
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Namely that things would go to shit and likely get a ton of people killed. ]
I'm fairly certain that rabbit-looking thing tried to bite off my fing-
[ She had been rounding the scout ship, informing anyone in earshot loudly of her most recent wildlife experience, when she realized the stance of the young man and his hand on his... Whatever. Space gun, probably. How the hell would Gwen know? Regardless, she knew that body language, and her own hand went straight to her hip where her own gun was holstered. Her voice lowered as she moved up next to him, following his gaze into the brush. ]
Did you see something?