Curiosity killed the cat. It had been a brief, fleeting thought, but Dawn had snagged it regardless. She couldn’t really deny that Drake’s opinion held a ring of truth- bars tended to be violent, rowdy places, apparently even in less chaotic places than the Wastes. It was a risky move, but it had at least shown some pay-off in terms of meeting an old contact. Dawn adjusted her hat, quietly appreciative of his courtesy (but knowing better than to openly acknowledge it), and was about to make another comment when she abruptly stiffened.

In the distance. It was faint, but she couldn’t miss it now that she had sensed it. Someone was heading towards town, and quite rapidly. Considering that this was a trading stop, it normally wouldn’t be too surprising, but it was the feelings from the presence that caught Dawn’s attention.

Stressed. 

Frantic. 

Worried.

Nothing good.

Lips pursed, Dawn glanced over to Drake, the only other person that she knew was a sensor. “Do you feel that?” It was quiet, barely audible, but sound carried in open spaces like this. If trouble was coming, then they needed to prepare. 

[@Hyro]