"Paige, is that really you?!" Leanne Walsh called out softly from ten meters away.
Of course, Paige Summers didn't actually pull out her Crossbow. She simply withdrew her hand slowly, neither looking at nor acknowledging the other woman.
Once the Crossbow was in her hand, she wasn't sure if she could restrain herself. But the five men around her had sharp eyes; even Grant Yardley hadn't missed her subtle movement. However, aside from Martin Warren, who put down his bowl with great interest to look at her, the others all chose to simply watch.
"Sweetheart, is that your friend?"
'Here we go again...'
"I'm in a bad mood," she said with a deadpan expression.
"I can tell. So?" he asked, suppressing a laugh.
"So don't call me that. You're just adding fuel to the fire."
"Got it! Well then, my dear Susie, your friend is about to cry..."
