[Kyna is not thinking about slugs or secretions. Kyna is thinking about the bat that is currently about to push its way through one of the makeshift barricades someone has put up to block the mole tunnels burrowed into the safehouse. They're holding, on and off, but the monsters keep managing to figure out a way around them, or through them.
So, when Kyna skids into the room, she's looking for help. She was hoping it would be anyone but these two.]
Shit.
[What a greeting. Kyna hesitates for a moment, as though ready to take her chances on her own. Then, as though bracing herself for something disgusting, she sucks it up.]
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So, when Kyna skids into the room, she's looking for help. She was hoping it would be anyone but these two.]
Shit.
[What a greeting. Kyna hesitates for a moment, as though ready to take her chances on her own. Then, as though bracing herself for something disgusting, she sucks it up.]
I need help.