Though grateful that she was allowed to lower her hands – she was mindful to keep them out to the side, lest Enn interpret one of her moves as trying to get to her own gun – it was at this point that Kay’s smile began to wane, and she leaned away from Enn slightly, unconsciously trying to put even that tiny extra distance between them. Up until then she had managed to sustain a surprisingly good mood for the situation she found herself in, and on top of that she was aware that she had been quite accomodating in regards to answering the questions she was being asked...
	But despite what most people seemed to assume when they observed her demeanor, Kay was not stupid, nor was she quite as reckless as one might be tempted to suspect. Enn was alone, she had deduced that much already, he had her at gunpoint and his questions until that point had been relatively innocent, so she did not really mind telling him a little about herself and Eighfour, especially if she could manage to gain his trust enough so that he might tell her about his own faction, and perhaps the faction he had been fighting against last night. Even most of his next barrage of questions seemed innocuous, or at least the kind that would mostly serve to underline her own vulnerability, which should be self-evident anyway, given her current circumstances.
	But there was certainly nothing harmless in asking about Eighfour’s defenses, nor could it really be chalked up to inquisitive curiosity similar to the one that drove her. He was essentially asking whether Eighfour was an easy target, and wanted her to divulge the strengths and weaknesses of its defense. It was a question with an undeniable hostile goal in mind... unless he wanted to seek refuge there from whoever was after him?
	It was not that Eighfour [I]did not[/I] have effective defenses, of course; otherwise a faction as small as it would have been pillaged, if not completely wiped out, long ago with so many bigger factions around. Of course, most of its [I]active[/I] defenses were pretty basic and small-scale, suitable for fending off thieves and marauders, but far too weak to even slow the approach of an organized military force. Against that kind of threat, their first line of defense was the forest itself, which served both to make them harder to notice and as a natural bulwark against such an attack.
	The final line of defense, or perhaps the true first line... well, she was not sure whether any larger factions actually knew about Eighfour, but if they did, then that alone would be enough to dissuade most people from trying anything. Destroying Eighfour was well within the ability of almost any faction, but it simply was not worth doing.

	“I’m scouring and I’m civilian, yeah,” she said, much more hesitant now that she had started growing suspicious of Enn’s motives. She was willing to tell this man as much about herself as he cared to know, but she was certainly not going to betray her faction to save herself. “I’m not [I]just[/I] a scourer, though. I tinker, take stuff apart and put it together, build stuff. I made my gun myself, and this cart here. I’m still learning, but Gramps says I’m a fast learner.”
	She drew a deep breath, closing her eyes for a second as she gathered up her courage to face torture and death if necessary, and then glared at Enn with newfound determination. “Eighfour keeps to itself, but it’s not so helpless that a single soldier could do anything. Why? Should Eighfour expect trouble from one of those warmongers from last night?”