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Crest recoiled as a crazy man sprinted over to them.  She rested a hand on her machete on instinct, sensing some high tensions.  Her eyes widened at his hostile tone and the mention of the giant dildo.  Well.. what a kind way to greet people.  And for one thing, she was pretty sure she wasn't an asshole.  Well... as far as she knew that was. 

Crest watched as the woman in the chair started to wheel herself forward, but was stopped by one of the men who told her to stay back for now. What a nice gesture to protect her.  Crest felt a surge of panic.  Maybe she should help them?  She was pretty good at swords, so she at least could help defend the wheelchair bound woman at close range.  She cursed her idea not to takea the danged pistol she'd found on the body of the bandit.  Maybe she was rotten at shooting, but that didn't mean her enemies had to know that.  She could have maybe bluffed her way through this situation.  Though.. looking at the woman who'd been the first to greet her when she'd approached, Crest could see that the guns thing was already taken care of.  She was laying on the ground, aiming a gun and readying for a fight.

Scarcely knowing these people, Crest didn't want to say anything.  However, she also didn't like how on her team there was a woman in a wheelchair.  Out here wasn't necessarily wheelchair accessible.  Crest moved slightly closer to the woman in the wheelchair, slightly shifting herself so she was between the shouting weirdo and the woman.  She rested a hand this time on one of her combat knives.  If all else failed she could just throw it at his head or chest.  Something buzzed inside of her, telling he she should be capable of throwing a knife.