What were the odds of this prick Aaron showing up here and now? Yvonne had always pegged him for a major pain in the ass, but not the treasonous sort - which, from how he's planning to bury them all here, was looking all nice and likely.

The moment the violence started, Yvonne randomly tossed the bottle of liquor across the bank before legging it behind a pillar. Nah, she ain't fancying standing in the open against entire squadron of musketeers. She had seen what those thing could do to armor and flesh. A decision that soon was proven correct with the thick mist that unnaturally filled the cave within seconds - she ain't fighting jack shit with vision this bad.

Sparky happened to join her cover moments later, which was greeted with a lopsided grin. It's just one bout of shitshow right after another today, eh?

[b][color=#a4161a]"Heya boss. Quite deep up in shit creek we are today."[/color][/b] Yvonne couldn't see much, but she could listen still. Wont be infallible, but she at least had some estimate to identify approaching presence as friend or foe. Her current group was rather distinct after all. [b][color=#a4161a]"If Aaron ain't involved in some sort of conspiracy I'll eat my boots."[/color][/b]