There's a man in a thick black parka standing in the locker room door with a rucksack full of boxes. He drops it to the ground and goes for a handaxe clipped to his belt. Between his fur-lined hood and a scarf wrapped around his neck, it's hard to see his face. But the look in his eyes is answer enough.
He's angry.
"Get away from the kids!"
For the second time today, Lindianne puts her hands up in the universal gesture for 'totally harmless in every way shape and form'. She spares a glance at the rucksack. (Boxes of granola bars and cereal. And sticking out under it all is, of all things, a coloring book.)
"Sir, we're not the bad guys here. Just- just calm down, okay?"
She glances at Voodoo with her eyebrows raised. A little help?
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"Hey!"
There's a man in a thick black parka standing in the locker room door with a rucksack full of boxes. He drops it to the ground and goes for a handaxe clipped to his belt. Between his fur-lined hood and a scarf wrapped around his neck, it's hard to see his face. But the look in his eyes is answer enough.
He's angry.
"Get away from the kids!"
For the second time today, Lindianne puts her hands up in the universal gesture for 'totally harmless in every way shape and form'. She spares a glance at the rucksack. (Boxes of granola bars and cereal. And sticking out under it all is, of all things, a coloring book.)
"Sir, we're not the bad guys here. Just- just calm down, okay?"
She glances at Voodoo with her eyebrows raised. A little help?