[He feels the prickle between his shoulder blades just before she talks, something from long experience that tells him there's a weapon trained on him, and he's half turning as her words drift over to him.
He doesn't recognise her, but he can see that she knows what she's doing. She doesn't look afraid, and that pistol is being held with a steady confidence, which means this could turn ugly fairly quickly.
He decides to try and bluff this out, his entire body language shifting in a moment to something more casual.]
Yeah, actually, I think I took a wrong turn back there somewhere, maybe you can help me?
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He doesn't recognise her, but he can see that she knows what she's doing. She doesn't look afraid, and that pistol is being held with a steady confidence, which means this could turn ugly fairly quickly.
He decides to try and bluff this out, his entire body language shifting in a moment to something more casual.]
Yeah, actually, I think I took a wrong turn back there somewhere, maybe you can help me?