Amelie breathed out after having brought the boy back to the safe flat surface, relieved by her success. Okay, so good things first, it seemed like the sphere above their heads hadn’t killed anyone after leaving the car. Sensible, why would people be living beneath murder-spheres? … That said, if that’s the case, then why did it lash out against the lightning-rod? ... 

First things first. She didn’t know what those guns were, but Penny had promised her death and Amelie was taking any advantage she could get. She hurried over and picked up one of the submachine guns that the two grunts had been carrying, doing her best to not look at the corpses as she fished the gun up and kept her fingers off the trigger.

[color=ded0a4]‘…’[/color] Immediate problem, Amelie had never even seen a real gun before. Of course, she knew the theory and seen them in movies, but… What was ammunition? What was safety? What could be moved? Making sure not to touch the trigger and point the shooty end at the ground, Amelie checked for moving parts and options, trying to figure out all the preparations…

With the assumption that the gun had not triggered a booby trap or something, she’d then turn to look at the car as it arrived. She cautiously eyed the man speaking, frowning while holding the gun pointed at the ground, she didn’t trust pointing it in any other direction. Amelie was somewhat aware of what a walking disaster waiting to happen she was, holding this weapon, but… Still. Better safe and sorry than dead.

 [color=ded0a4]‘What do you mean by “stragglers”?’[/color] She asked, mildly hostile in her voice, eyes darting in-between the man and the opening doors, prepared to raise a Redirection Orb at any moment. 

… And then Donny threw the grenade. Amelie’s eyes widened in surprise and she dashed to get to hopeful safety, a bit further away, not turning around until she heard the explosion and confirmed she was safe.