The kid notices her, hesitates for a split second, then breaks out of the "dead" position and climbs to his feet. He's pointing his gun at her more by reflex than anything, not that it would do more than sting and make a mess.
"What are you doing here?"
He's surprised. On further inspection, this is not your average kid. There's youth to him, but it's mostly in his face. He has more muscle than even an active kid his age should, like he's been training for it or using it. There's a wary, intelligent steeliness to his gaze though it falters somewhat at Wyn. She doesn't look like a threat.
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The kid notices her, hesitates for a split second, then breaks out of the "dead" position and climbs to his feet. He's pointing his gun at her more by reflex than anything, not that it would do more than sting and make a mess.
"What are you doing here?"
He's surprised. On further inspection, this is not your average kid. There's youth to him, but it's mostly in his face. He has more muscle than even an active kid his age should, like he's been training for it or using it. There's a wary, intelligent steeliness to his gaze though it falters somewhat at Wyn. She doesn't look like a threat.