Re: Caught. . .

Who: Rika Anaya DiPaolo
Where: Blue Dwarf Hallway
When: An akward conversation
"Look, why don't you just stop changing the subject and tell me why
you went after Mr. DOA over here?" Rika looked annoyed at the random
Mt. Dew statement, she now knew why it had been so difficult to
place this man's features...he was a shifter. She kept her weapon
aimed at Barf's head and spoke again, "I'll put down my weapon if
you cooperate."
"Ok." Barf lowered his arms as Rika put her weapon back in its
place. She was secretly amused at all of this, she'd seen what had
happened and never really intended to make this guy think he was in
any kind of serious trouble, but it was fun for the moment.
"Now, you wanna tell me why you think the French have anything to do
with the wild west?" She said with a smirk creeping across the
corner of her mouth.
"Uh..." Barf looked confused after hearing her question, Rika knew
he wasn't expect that question out of all that she could have asked.
"Relax hot-shot," Rika laughed at the confusion she'd just
caused, "You're not in trouble for anything, I saw what happened and
I figure you probably had a reason for chasing this guy down here
and givin' him a K.O." She jerked her head toward the mocrowave that
had tumbled out to the floor a moment earlier, "Let me guess...that
isn't really just a microwave, right?"