[h2][color=forestgreen]Acheri Solomon[/color][/h2]
Interacting with: [@Amaranth] [@Agent 47]

Nothing grabbed your attention quite like seeing someone go for a gun.

Whatever Acheri might have been about to say to Nee went right out the window. The ASA rocketed out of her chair as though shot from a bullet, planting her lead foot and pivoting so that her body was interposed between the gunman and her potential recruit. Her right hand went for her belt, flicking open her baton so it extended to its full length. Her left was held in front of her, palm facing out, as though instructing the man to stop.

That wasn't far from the truth. But unseen to anyone but Acheri, a barrier sprang up in front of her hand along the line made by the tiles in the floor. The hand wasn't strictly necessary, but the focusing aid was helpful for a quick and dirty ward like this.

[color=forestgreen]"Warden,"[/color] She began, keeping her expression neutral despite the exasperation that crept into her voice. Not fear; it was far from the first time she had been held at gunpoint, and there was no way the bullet would reach her. But having to guard Nee complicated things a little. [color=forestgreen]"I'm here almost every night, you drunkard. Put the gun down, old man, if you want to keep that wrist."[/color]