[center][h3][b][color=ff48a5]Mary Sue Sullivan[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://image.film.at/images/cfs_landscape_616w_347h/7106616/46-149344534.jpg
[/img][hr][b][color=ff48a5]Location:[/color][/b] Phasmophobia
[b][color=ff48a5]Skills: [/color][/b] N/A
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	Mary Sue couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, however slightly, at the complaint that there wasn't a gun. She couldn't imagine a fire arm being particularly useful against something without a body. An afterlife where she was unable to interact with the world, save for bullets seemed like the sort of experience that could only be conceived by a cruel and vindictive God. Mary Sue really didn't consider herself the smartest, and maybe it was just the recent near death experience, but this really didn't seem like the sort of thing that was that hard to think through.

	Mary Sue was however, incredibly thankful for Dorian. He really seemed to know what hew as talking about, and was very willing to share just about everything he knew about the game. She was making mental notes in her head where she could, even if it was a lot to take in all at once. She turned her head at the fact that there had been no danger as of yet, [color=ff48a5]"Shouldn't we count ourselves lucky that nothing has happened yet?[/color]" She asked. Especially if there was a chance the ghost was friendly, that gave them ample opportunity to come out of this situation unscathed.