Snippet #1786821

She scowled inwardly, going against her better judgment and plucking the sharpie pack out of Ace's hands. Peris started to inspect them. "You can never be too careful these days you know," she said inspecting the caps for any sort of danger. "Someone brought in a case of sandwiches for some Justice members and it took about 10 minutes to realize that they weren't supposed to have "rice" in them." She stopped to look him dead in the eye. "Maggots, the whole lot of them were. Burrowed into the meat like dead bodies and wriggling like snakes set aflame." People are too trustworthy. You have to be careful about who you talk to, and especially people you take stuff from. She might be able to somewhat trust him, maybe. He was kind of on her side. He had sort of a relaxed stance. He wasn't on his guard, she was sure of that. But that doesn't mean he couldn't knock her out if he wanted to.

Peris moved in a defensive stance. Feet pointed forward, firmly planted on the ground. Arms spread, and focusing her body in his direction. She eyed the guitar he had and narrowed her eyes at him. "What are you doing with that guitar, kid? Planning on busting someone's eyes out with that thing?" Analyze the movements. Make note of weapons, potential or otherwise.