[He lets out a strangled yelp because that is a gun pressed against his shoulder blades. But there's something that causes him comfort in that - she uses a gun, not fangs and claws. Hands flying upwards in a universally 'look ma, no weapons' gesture, he swivels very slowly on the spot, to look at her with wide eyes.]
Hey. Ellen, I'm guessing? Otherwise I'm screwed six ways from Sunday.
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Hey. Ellen, I'm guessing? Otherwise I'm screwed six ways from Sunday.