[Emily is about to ask more questions -- if you're not here to help us, who are you? hello, did you not hear the part about someone possibly being hurt in the mines? -- when the woman goes on alert. Emily could swear she saw something move in the shadows. There's only one thing she can think it might be.
Terror rises up in her, almost choking her for a few awful seconds. When she speaks, her voice comes out high and thin, and she draws closer to the woman in uniform, seeking safety in the calm, in-control aura she exudes.]
Oh god, they got inside. The wendigos got inside!
[Which is to say, no, she doesn't have any weapons on her (the flares in her bag don't count right? and even if they did, Emily's not going to use them right now). Do something, lady.]
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Terror rises up in her, almost choking her for a few awful seconds. When she speaks, her voice comes out high and thin, and she draws closer to the woman in uniform, seeking safety in the calm, in-control aura she exudes.]
Oh god, they got inside. The wendigos got inside!
[Which is to say, no, she doesn't have any weapons on her (the flares in her bag don't count right? and even if they did, Emily's not going to use them right now). Do something, lady.]