Inside the little domicile there is scuffling and shuffling, before a young woman finally emerges. She can't be older than seventeen, but she does hold a blaster rifle trained on Alerron and the others.
She's human, dirty and disheveled, but her eyes are clear.
"Okay, so you don't look like those monsters, but that doesn't mean you aren't working for them. They took several of people, but some of them came back. They tricked a bunch of us into going with those things!" she says, tears forming in her eyes.
"How do I know you aren't with them?!" she asks, keeping the weapon pointed each of them in turn.
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