[She recognizes the crack of electricity first, and just as she sees Eustace reach for Flamek, Ilsa reaches around to Nybeth in their holsters, pulling each piece out and into her hands. She doesn't point the barrels at him—yet—but she's staring at him with an equally hardened and incredulous stare.
IS HE SERIOUS? IS HE SERIOUS RIGHT NOW???]
What do you mean, "who are you"?
[Her voice is already starting to rise, and the flitten that had been flying around at the door puffs up in fear and hides just outside of it.]
Who else would I be, YOU TRIGGER-HAPPY BLOCKHEAD!?
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IS HE SERIOUS? IS HE SERIOUS RIGHT NOW???]
What do you mean, "who are you"?
[Her voice is already starting to rise, and the flitten that had been flying around at the door puffs up in fear and hides just outside of it.]
Who else would I be, YOU TRIGGER-HAPPY BLOCKHEAD!?
[PUT YOUR GUN AWAY.]