Ben jogs up behind her, stops at her shoulder and peers over before shaking his head sadly.
"They look nothing like us," he complains softly. "Look at that beard."
He rubs his own thoughtfully, but doesn't draw his blaster. Instead he walks calmly into the warehouse, giving some space between him and Ibani, so when the Hounds turn, attracted by the sound of the door being kicked open, they can choose between two targets.
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Date: 2020-08-22 08:24 pm (UTC)"They look nothing like us," he complains softly. "Look at that beard."
He rubs his own thoughtfully, but doesn't draw his blaster. Instead he walks calmly into the warehouse, giving some space between him and Ibani, so when the Hounds turn, attracted by the sound of the door being kicked open, they can choose between two targets.
"So what does work with them?"