Phone Freak jumped when the gun popped out of the ceiling, throwing herself under the table as a shot rang out. She stayed down there for a moment before slowly raising herself up over the edge when no more were forthcoming. She noted the lack of any holes in and around her chair, looked up at the gun, then followed its gaze to the kitchen and the smoking hole near the two [i]idiots[/i] whom she hadn't even noticed had decided to go in there instead of following some very simple instructions. She breathed a sigh of relief. When that thing had dropped down she'd been convinced it was for her. Her own warning conveyed what she's already discovered, but did contain an interesting tidbit: The Presence had not known [i]what[/i] she was trying to accomplish with the door. That was interesting. It was not as all knowing as it made itself out to be.  

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She crawled up and placed herself gingerly back in her seat, only a little embaressed that she'd moved when so many others hadn't. Regaining her composure, she cleared her throat, and decided to get on with it. "The gunslinging tool has a point, loath as I am to admit it." She said. "There's no assent necessary here. Just entering this room was like signing on the dotted line, so lets skip the bit where we all go Yea and just get to the most important points; freedom and discretion. Are we free to come and go, or are we to be kept cooped up here like good little tin soldiers until you need us? Are we free to tackle missions how we choose, or are you intending to micromanage our efforts?"