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... Kryse wasn't the type to freak out in dangerous moments. When entering any kind of situation he tried to be a few steps ahead of anyone he might encounter, in other words he was prepared if things went horribly wrong save for a few variables. Seeing Alex point a gun at him was one of those variables. Being a dagger wielder and a proficient one at that it was little odd seeing her with a firearm, and a bit unnerving. The eyes of his former teammate seem to display a steely yet slightly nervous resolve causing a few beads of sweat to roll down his face; she meant business.

Damn that is sexy
Normally I would say that you are crazy, but I have to agree. There is just something about a chic packing heat
Yeah... wait, what!
Dear lord! I think you are starting to rub off on me!

... “I said, on your knees!”

Maybe you should do something about this
Huh? … Oh right, the gun.

... After mumbling a few words under his breath he spoke. “Isn't that gun a little heavy for you?” The dark knight watched as the hand holding the gun began to droop and look of confusion came over his childhood friends' face. With the gun literally too heavy to lift he decided to answer the young woman's unasked question. “I increased the density of the gravitons in your weapon, making it too heavy to lift. I apologize, but having it pointed at my head makes me nervous. ...Pretty neat huh?” Alex didn't look too thrilled so he continued. “I'm not your enemy. I'm simply looking for answers. On my way here I saw some patrols headed this way so you might want to escape, but before you go I'd like to know what you're fighting for.”