She finshes he tea.
She leaves the bar, going back to the South Pacific, where she did some sailing.
and he for conveince sake did some lair destroyin
Upon coming across him she thought he was a threat, and being tired instead of trying to identify them, she fired at them.
"oi! im fightin here!" he pauses gets bonked in the head turns to who bonked them and headbutts them into the ground
She was too tired to hear anything so she fired another salvo.
and well caused him a lot of pain as he layed on the ground just sighing "guess its monday again"
She intentionally grounds her self then starts to scan the area on foot. "Let's see how many I wiped out today..."
"my left leg and and half a forset"
"G-Gah! You're here..."
"and with one less appendage that you shot off with an HE shell"
"I'm... sorry. I didn't spot you."
"tis fine ill just regenerate a new leg"
She looks away embarassed. "I'll go now..."
"your call im not going to force you people to pick up my slack"
She went along the coast, searching for other lairs and strongholds.
which showed what happened when a waker got a hold of a few thousands pounds of dynamite and a match except for a few odd ones here and there his "walk" was just a rampage
"Hhm." She docked at the nearest port and decided to sleep there.
he napped in a tree
She woke up the next day and went back to the bar.
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