[There is a yelp when the batarang flies past her eye and sticks into the wall. There is a brief moment of recognition when she sees the shape of the weapon- but the pains in her stomach take priority and stop her from putting two and two together right away.
Instead she turns around and puts her hand on her scythe. She's desperate, but she's not exactly looking for a fight.]
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Instead she turns around and puts her hand on her scythe. She's desperate, but she's not exactly looking for a fight.]
Look- I don't want any trouble.
[A pause and then.]
...Wait- Asking? Do you actually have food?