[ Kel's immediate reaction to things moving in on her periphery is to sweep her glaive in a broad circle and warn encroaching strangers away. It's not a good reaction, particularly not in a city like this, but she's been edgy since she got to the moon and it's only gotten worse, not better.
She draws the weapon up short when she sees a semi-familiar face, and a very familiar bracer. The things following him are... Well, they're sure something. She looks between the gardening tools and the house with its occupants trapped inside, and then at the Nomad himself. ]
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She draws the weapon up short when she sees a semi-familiar face, and a very familiar bracer. The things following him are... Well, they're sure something. She looks between the gardening tools and the house with its occupants trapped inside, and then at the Nomad himself. ]
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