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Evelyn had been startled by the sudden firing from K-12, that she quickly covered her ears and squinted her eyes shut. She had been unprepared for the extra onslaught on noise that came from the bot. And although she had meant for it to shoot the little canister things, taking care of the dogs and drones worked as well. 

"Not those! Those little-" Evelyn groaned out loud in frustration. "Stop firing," she commanded the bot as she stood to her feet. This was enough. "You," she said authoritatively, pointing to the bot, "you keep everyone safe. Don't shoot the people, shoot anything that poses as a threat." 

"You," she spoke to Perilous this time. "Get off me." Although she was serious when she said it, there was a playfulness to her voice. 

"And you," she spoke to Clay this time. "Help him out." Evelyn had pointed to the bot, indicating its psychotic tendencies. 

With a deep breath, she looked ahead at the door and started walking towards it. It was enough. These guys came here for her, then they could have her. There was no need for anyone else to get hurt or for the Tavern to take anymore abuse. As long as it kept everyone else safe. Reaching for the door knob, she grasped it and turned it, pulling the door open. What greeted her, was lots of death. Humans and dogs alike. She held her hands up in the universal sign of surrender, and chuckled. She was probably going to be killed after they took her, but that was alright. So long as no one else got hurt, right?