[ It works, thankfully. The reluctant girl crawls into the depths of the cupboard, clinging to her sister rather than clinging to Aranea. With a few quick words of reassurance, she shuts the door, locking it tightly.
With her hands no longer occupied, Aranea is able to grab her gun. Good thing, too, because the elevator on the far side of the lobby is dinging as it goes down, down, closer to the main floor.
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With her hands no longer occupied, Aranea is able to grab her gun. Good thing, too, because the elevator on the far side of the lobby is dinging as it goes down, down, closer to the main floor.
Ugh. If it isn't one thing, it's another. ]
Flank it.