[Something about the girl's voice bugs her. It sounds like a cub's voice. Which immediately strikes a cord of guilt in the lioness. She decides to try for a gentle tone of voice. If the cub (?) turns out to be something more sinister, well, she's sure she can draw her weapon faster.]
Don't worry, I won't. [She makes a point to demonstrate putting the gun back in her holster.] The streets can be dangerous if journeyed alone. Are you alright?
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Don't worry, I won't. [She makes a point to demonstrate putting the gun back in her holster.] The streets can be dangerous if journeyed alone. Are you alright?