Scanty mustache held on tight to Linne, covering her mouth while still pointing the pistolet to her head with a quivering grasp. "Who the fuck are you people!?" he demanded.
"What?" Nero scowled. "Who the fuck are you!?"
The man took a deep breath, gathered a bit of courage then continued: "This land belongs to the Gallied, you are trespassing!"
Nero glanced at Cerene with a confused, pococurante expression on his face. The air should have been tense, there was a man holding a pistolet to Linne's head, and he had a firm grip on her, covering her mouth... covering her mouth?
"Dude, why the hell are you even covering her mouth?" Nero asked with a shrug. "We're already here, who else is she going to call?"
Yet, the atmosphere couldn't help but be extremely comedic.
"Oh... y—yes," Scanty Mustache stuttered. "You're right." He then removed his palm from Linne's mouth and held her tight on the shoulder instead — like a hug. Except he had a weapon to her head.
