Her hand comes to rest on the leather hip purse she's carrying. Ever since the tree incident, she's made a habit of carrying the .45 and a couple of spare mags with her wherever she goes.
She pushes off from her chair like it's offended her somehow, and stalks towards.
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2010-02-26 12:05 am (UTC)She pushes off from her chair like it's offended her somehow, and stalks towards.
"Lead the way."