[Pen's immediate reaction is to reach for the pistol she has slipped into a kitchen drawer, a Desert Eagle. The sound of an unfamiliar person, and an unfamiliar animal was enough to set off those reflexes. The instant she recognizes the voice, however, has her slipping the firearm into the pocket of her robe.
She spins and waits, arms folded...]
It's my house.
[Eyebrow lifting...]
Dunno what you're doing here. The party was last weekend.
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She spins and waits, arms folded...]
It's my house.
[Eyebrow lifting...]
Dunno what you're doing here. The party was last weekend.