[color=peru][h3]Kim Marie[/h3][/color]
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Kim's eyes flickered to life, as Shiba came sliding down a rope. From their corner, she spied Erren walking into the shop. The redheaded girl had revealed wounds that looked mortal, the sprawling scarlet stain an explanation for her grey pallor. She sucked her breath in between teeth, as Shiba began cocking his shotgun. Excessively, for Kim's taste. Before the outbreak, she had been stoutly against the Second Amendment - at least, she assumed so, from the faded wisps of memory she managed to cling to. Circumstance had ruled on the necessity of firearms, however, and they had become a presence in her life, as constant as her own shadow.

Still, it did not change the presumed affectedness in Shiba's tone. Leadership one tugged like a cloak unto his own back was not frequently received well, and - to be sure - the ginger appeared to like Shiba none for it. She ranted at him, a quick explosion that took Kim one step forward, shifting on a knife's edge as to whether or not to intervene before violence could ensue.

But the redhead retreated, turning to the golden-eyed boy to begin a coy exchange. And in a separate waltz, the observer's tango, Kim stepped back. Loosened her vice-grip on her pistol. Let out a lungful of air.

But then Shiba scratched at his head, and Kim noticed Marion bury her face in her palms. She knew little and less of the girl, only that she was a sly businessman, yet easy-going. They were both of the same mind, then, in their feelings for Shiba's current actions. Without missing a beat, Kim took a gaping stride forward, coiling wiry fingers around the boy's elbow, and tugged him back into her corner. [color=peru]"She appreciates your concern, but feels it inapplicable to her and the visitor at the counter,"[/color] she translated loosely, adding far more dashes of courtesy than she had found in the redhead's words. Glancing between Marion, the redhead, and the golden-eyed boy, she flicked her eyes stonily to the map. [i]If she values her life, best that it is not counterfeit, but genuine.[/i] Then, in a voice coloured with the bite of steel - when previously she had been flat and emotionless - she added lowly so as to avoid humiliation on Shiba's part, [color=peru]"Stand [i]down[/i], Shiba."[/color]