“Ok...” Lena brought her hands up over her head, including her knife that she had in the “slasher murder” grip. She couldn’t win a gunfight, she brought knives.

“Uh yeah about that, I feel you, but I don’t really pack those, they’re pretty much useless to me.” She said to Meifeng in a dead tone. For a wanderer armed with more knives that that shotgun had shells being held at gunpoint, she didn’t seem very scared.

“I’m just tryna find somewhere to not get eaten by cloud monsters, chill.”