[ A rather upset looking French woman -- dripping wet, so from the looks of it, she just fell in the fountain -- is wandering the street, eyes darting to look for the source of the slightest noise even as she's warily taking in her surroundings. Arms tenderly wrapped in gauze are crossed over her middle; an attempt to perhaps maintain some warmth or because she feels vulnerable, possibly a combination of both, and her fingernails scratch subconsciously at the skin of one forearm.
The reassuring weight of the shotgun usually in her hand is missing, and whether or not the lack of a weapon is a good thing is up for debate - for her, it means she's jumpier and more apprehensive than usual. For whoever decides to approach her, it means they won't get a hole blown through their chest before they've even been given the chance to open their mouth. ]
lucie jurin | martyrs
The reassuring weight of the shotgun usually in her hand is missing, and whether or not the lack of a weapon is a good thing is up for debate - for her, it means she's jumpier and more apprehensive than usual. For whoever decides to approach her, it means they won't get a hole blown through their chest before they've even been given the chance to open their mouth. ]