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Slowly turning to face her, keeping the boy in front of her the whole time, she spoke cautiously yet with a firm and serious tone. "Who are you? Nemesis?" She beamed at the woman. She was, at this point, sufficiently intimidated. The gun might have been enough, but the several ominously floating bricks and general appearance that screamed comic book villain certainly helped. Thinking off-handedly, Henri considered how cool Mabel would find this entire situation. Her arm slowly unhooked from the boys neck, but her fingers followed his collar and gripped the back, still positioning him somewhat in front of her. Whatever buffer she could put between her and a bullet helped. Her right hand, which was free, slipped behind her and grabbed one of her throwing knives. She didn't expect to have to use it, on her or the boy, but it wasn't hurting anything. Yet.