[ this particular deserted place is full of metal grates and horrible screeching noises. Heather slowly and tentatively opens a nearby door, walking in cautiously with her handgun held high.
When she notices a small girl, it's instinct to point it at her frantically. ]
W—Who are you? What are you doing in a place like this?
could not resist
When she notices a small girl, it's instinct to point it at her frantically. ]
W—Who are you? What are you doing in a place like this?