Abi's first instinct was to clench her fingers in the material of the male's shirt, flinching away from the threat of the tall Deceptioner. She was most definitely cowed. She wasn't one to stand with her chin up in the face of violence, or to be anywhere near when such violence occurred. She wasn't even one for watching scary movies because she was too easily frightened. She just wanted to make art. Being part of the Deceptioners was more for the protection it offered than anything else. And the sense of belonging Abi craved so much. But then, as the threat's words sank in, she released the other and took a step away from him, hoping to quell the anger, the inexplicable anger of the other. Her eyes were still wide, staring at Vincent with a mixture of fear and wariness. Don't shoot him. She willed to the beat of her crazily throbbing heart. He isn't bad, don't shoot him. Dear Gott don't shoot him.
Then the woman, Yuna spoke, a gun pulled herself. Gott, so many guns. But it was lowered as the other spoke. Abi's eyes flicked back to Vincent, then to Riku, then back to the taller, older Deceptioner. Her throat felt like it was sealed shut, her mouth dry. She couldn't speak if she wanted to. Yuna's quiet whisper held some of that, but to a lesser extent that Abi's. Deceptioner. She said. Stating what everyone beside Vincent seemed to know. Abi watched him, hoping to Gott that he'd lower the gun.