Looks like she guessed right, the way he paced around it to check for damage or something. She noticed the smoke and self-preservation told her to back up a few feet, because that wasn't good. Squinting suspiciously at the Rub-on-the-Hat dance, she was about to ask what he was doing when -BANG- and she jumped for the couch.
"Martin?" she asked around a couch-arm, looking at a pile of human legs sticking out from behind the table's. "You dead?"
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