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Storm looked over at this woman, army she presumed. Unwillingly, she stood straighter as if to try and gain at least a little power back as the woman looked like she'd kill with no hesitation. Of course, however much of a violent person Storm was, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with the gun the woman held in her hands. "Alright... Hello to you too..." She said suspiciously. "I would kinda like to know why you're so... Uptight? Is that the word? Or plain rude." She rubbed her head lightly.

"My name? Storm." She said simply. Her voice fell into a more gruff tone as she got angrier and angrier at the thought this woman had killed any survivors and was possibly going to kill her, too. Who would do such a thing? "And look, we're friendly, alright? You can put that piece of shit down. What's your name?"