[ her hand twitches, and the bolts fall into her palm, fingers curling around them in a fist. her mouth twists a moment later, brittle and vicious. ] If they're here, so much the better. They don't have any of their toys, and I still have my powers.

[ and she's not above doing what she must to protect herself. herself and-- her free hand steals across her belly uncertainly. she hasn't felt the baby the same way here that she had at home, and she doesn't know what that means.

but-- he's familiar, isn't he? she's pretty sure she's seen him.. somewhere. ] Who the hell are you, anyway?