[Immediately, his hands fly up. In normal circumstances, the gesture would be a warning, but Kimbley isn't so fortunate. He stares at the girl, eyes narrowing carefully. This is his damn fault for getting lost in the woods.]
I'm just out for a stroll. You can put the bow down, kid.
[Who the hell even uses a bow anymore? Perhaps this place is low on guns for children.]
scenaro two
I'm just out for a stroll. You can put the bow down, kid.
[Who the hell even uses a bow anymore? Perhaps this place is low on guns for children.]