[Balin unholsters the pistol, holding it in both hands. His posture is a little hunched from having that piece of car whack him from behind, but he keeps an eye on Utsuho's movements, ready to move at the slightest hint of further aggression.]
[When it's clear she's preferred to back off for the moment, Balin carefully approaches the house where she's perched. He's aware she's trying to regenerate her wounds, but ... maybe she'll talk now.]
no subject
[When it's clear she's preferred to back off for the moment, Balin carefully approaches the house where she's perched. He's aware she's trying to regenerate her wounds, but ... maybe she'll talk now.]
Had enough?