'Damn it... this is the shittiest experience I've ever had.'

Her scarred hands fumble, dropping the ammo three times and making a clattering noise.

Fuck, seriously.

She hurriedly finishes reloading and scans the area outside.

I'm all alone. No— wait, is someone there?

Guest?

...What? Who is it?

She almost speaks up out of relief, but immediately shifts into a defensive stance.

W-who are you? Identify yourself. If you're one of those Dummy bastards, I'll break your legs right here.*