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Silje watched, magazine still clutched in one hand, as the situation... continued. It wasn't really escalating, considering no one was getting hurt, but everyone was too tense and on edge to say it was de-escalating either. Silje's own expression was locked into a faint smile, her eyes the only part of her that moved at all; a cat's gaze, flitting from one person to the next as they spoke.

Briefly, out of sheer reflex, her hand threatened to flick to her gun when Justice asked to be shot —[i] that's [/i]how serious she sounded about it, and that's how eager Silje was to grant her friend's wishes. Justice always did tell her she should listen more, too. Thankfully conscious thought caught up with her before she could ever act on that reflex. It's not like she didn't understand what shooting someone meant, after all, even though some might assume otherwise. For some reason. 

Besides, Gerard and Lance were doing a good job distracting her. The mere sight of the latter made her shudder with the memory of scorpions she hadn't yet even seen, a sudden prickling nibbling at her toes. The former, talking directly into her ear through their communications, well—

[color=cyan]"A reminder: I think homicide is illegal in most places- this one included. Just food for thought."[/color] 

He gave her an idea.

Silje's grin cracked wider. Though she addressed him back, she was very much speaking out loud to the entire room. [color=a1e1fd]"Hey, do you think... it counts as homicide if you don't have enough remains to tell it used to be a person? I'm kind of curious." [/color]she turned to the civilians, head tilting in thought. [color=a1e1fd]"Oh, but we can't just [i]start [/i]a fight, right? That's the rules. They'd need to do it, and they don't even have proper weapons. Hm."[/color]

She tapped at her cheek, once, twice, and then she was off, scurrying over to the civilians with her own gun in hand. She offered it handle-first to the biggest of the bunch. [color=a1e1fd]"Here, I'll lend you mine! So that... if you wanna start shooting, you can."[/color]

[color=a1e1fd]"But, if you do,"[/color] her eyes narrowed in tune with her widening smile, the air around her rippling and crackling with Mist. Through it, the man was already painted in various shades of red. [color=a1e1fd]"It'll be my turn next."[/color]

And she sounded very, [i]very [/i]giddy about it.
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