Emma didn't smell shit (wis 9), but she did lower her hands slowly, realizing that Max didn't mean any particular harm. She eased up.
"What kind of creature?" She felt a prickle in the back of her neck, an eagerness to look around for what Max might be hiding, but she didn't dare whip her head around and take her eyes off the gun. No sudden movements.
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"What kind of creature?" She felt a prickle in the back of her neck, an eagerness to look around for what Max might be hiding, but she didn't dare whip her head around and take her eyes off the gun. No sudden movements.