The miniature community gathering had quickly turned from slightly awkward and silent to tense and threatening all with the descent of the lift and the arrival of good ol' Bushwhacker. Kennedy couldn't deny that she had somewhat anticipated this type of reaction, but it still made her nervous nonetheless. Had all these people gathered here just to be tried and executed on his bipolar judgement? 

What was impressive was the Maker's ability to not even bat an eye at Bushwhacker's hostile demeanor, instead countering with simplicity and nonthreatening words. Kennedy remained silent as the conversation played out, taking in the newcomers and assessing what would become their new unit of survival. At least four supers total now. Not a bad number, lest one of them turn and their undead body brew up some new foul concoction of zombie blood to deal with. 

"I hate to break up this little reunion, but I think we should take it inside before we get blindsided out here in the open." She finally spoke up. Strength in numbers might be a proven philosophy, but there was no doubt that there were risks to standing out here waving guns at each other instead of packing it inside. The last thing they needed was a runner advancing on them before they could even turn their heads. 

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Liam remained quiet, letting David introduce him. He flinched when he heard the loud screeching from the industrial lift, but forced himself to ease up. That didn't last long, however. Whoever this masked guy was, he was all too quick to go waving his gun around and pointing it at people. It was the most basic rule of marksmanship: do not aim a gun at anything you don't intend to shoot. Liam knew it was too good to be true. This guy must be fuckin' nuts. 

He clenched his jaw tightly. If he drew his pistol now, he could get the shot off and save this guy. Then again, there's at least one super on his side. He'd be done for before he could get the second shot off. It took all he had in him, muscles twitching and burning with anticipation, not to grab for his gun. Liam played off of the reactions of the other people around him, hoping someone else who knew this guy could get him to drop the damn rifle. 

Luckily, a woman who spoke up had managed to do just that. Liam let out a tensed breath and took his mind off of his weapon. He cared little for the introductions, but looked up from where he'd been staring at the ground at the mention of getting inside. Riding that sketchy looking lift? By his judgement, the only way in was several stories up through a window. Guess he'd just have to hope for the best.