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Ivan and Gotthard looked towards one another for a moment, the tension between them seemed palpable. However they promptly burst out laughing, a raspy, unpleasant sound from within their helmets. Yeah, they'd hassled Dusk for giggles, but stalkers? And the fact she thought that pistol was the least bit intimidating, some recon she was. The only thing The Bulwark got that was worth shit was armor, and boy, was it worth some shit.

Even if it was point-blank in the head, her little pistol probably wouldn't even crack the material it was made of.

Did she really overlook the fact that Ivan took three 12mm rounds, at close range, and it didn't even penetrate the armor a tiny bit until the last shot? Their gigglefit paused, both men out of breath. "Y..Yo...You're fun to fuck with alright..", Ivan was biting back laughter, "Yeah, some of your expressions were priceless, and the shit you'd believe..", Gotthard return to his phone-game, already over his amusement and wrapped up in it. Ivan on the other hand looked Dusk dead in the eye, or seemed to, hard to tell with a helmet.

"Here's the thing, Dusk," he spoke oddly slow for once, his tone startling serious for the first time in years. "For one, your pistol is useless, for two your ego is kinda hot, and for three, If there's one thing in the universe that is objectively impossible, it's intimidating a soldier of The Bulwark." He broke off his gaze, opting to stare at the shack's little door instead. "And that's not arrogance, or pride.", he sighed a little as Gotthard nodded in agreement despite not paying too much attention. "I've served custody papers to demons, I've fined bloodthirsty warlords for littering, I've vacantly looked beings who can alter time, and sunder reality in the face and told them, 'No, you can't park here..'."

Ivan's last statement trailed off, as a swarm of unpleasant memories hit him. Gotthard's attention seemed to have been piqued, though. He spoke without taking eyes off the phone.

"Mhmn. We've been in battles that've leveled our city, killed friends and family. We've been threatened by being so far beyond anything you could ever hope to be so many times that we simply...Don't care.", he hissed a little, his talking impacting his score. "But you are right about one thing. Nobody would care if you shot us, not even us really. Probably is, Ivan is currently without his chest-plat, so you'd have to go for him first. By the time you fired on him, I'd gun you down with the PDW on my lap."

The armored man simply shrugged, his voice monotone and care free.

"Sure, the rest of Prima Donna would kill me quickly, but they'd still be without their glorious leader. That'd hurt your efforts, and moral.", Ivan sighed loudly in response, tiring of the tension and memories. "Yeah," he huffed, hoping to dispel it a little. "And you know, you are hot, but not hot enough to stalk. So you know...Chill the fuck out."