[center][h3][b][color=turquoise]Genevieve Marceaux - Strip Mall[/color][/b][/h3][/center]
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Genevieve looked behind her, seeing a couple of strangers who, judging by their approach, weren't all that happy with the current scene in front of them. She took note of the handgun aimed at her and casually stood to her feet, her hands up at about shoulder level as she walked away from her unconscious attacker. She couldn't help but grow weary of the newcomers, the thought that they were all working together temporarily forming in her mind. 

"If you must know, that woman attacked [I]me[/I]. You see my bike over there?" Genevieve motioned toward her motorcycle, "She shot at it and she actually managed to knock me off. Now, whatever her reason was for doing that is still a mystery to me, that's why I was digging through her pockets to see if I could find any information."

Genevieve sighed, putting her hands down before she continued addressing the man. "Are we good now?" she asked, her eyes locked on his handgun before she stared him down.