"A poet." Seyli isn't sure they heard her correctly. "You're a poet with a gun. Are you...any good at using your gun?" There could be stranger things in the galaxy, but of all the people they expected to run into a fucking poet with a gun was not one of them. A fucking poet!
[OOC: She's gonna give them heart failure, I love it]
Re: Scoping the Room
[OOC: She's gonna give them heart failure, I love it]