[Fair enough. A good shot and one of the only people brave/stupid enough to even give it a go. He could think of worse reasons.]
I can tell you a true story that's happy. [He'll have to quickly sort through said stories to find one that works just fine, so in order to buy himself a little time on that front, he motions to one of the remaining, mostly abandoned tables. Sits on one side for her to take the other. The gun can be laid there. Might even bring it closer to him, but not actually take it or tuck it.
He figures if it came with a holster, that would've been offered up, too.]
I'm Clint, by the way. [Because somehow he keeps getting into intense shit with complete strangers who don't bother with names unless prompted. It's great! It's great. Please teach manners.]
And my story is about a girl in New York. Who only ever wanted to do right by the people around her, wanted to be a hero. Now, she stumbled on a bad scene, bunch of people with too much money and time on their hands auctioning off things that didn't belong to them. She ended up taking an outfit from them, some armor that would've fetched a real high price, scare them off, save the day. Problem was, that armor belonged to someone who made a lot of powerful enemies. There were news stories about that guy, old wounds about him. But if she takes it off where people will see, then they think she's the guy.
So she's running around in downtown Manhattan at night, in armor that shouldn't fit her, running from a bunch of this guy's enemies. And in the middle of this chaos, there's a dog. Stray dog, no collar, no leash, missing an eye. Helps her out in a pinch, and then runs off, ending up right in the middle of traffic. If she doesn't get somewhere safe and away soon, she's gonna get caught, and she'll be in a lot of trouble. If she doesn't do something for this dog, he's gonna get hit or worse.
But she's always wanted to be a hero, and she grabs the dog to get him out of traffic. And they run. [It's okay to simplify and embellish a little. Because the crux of the story is still true.] Bad guys lose track of her across the street in the traffic, and she and the luckiest dog alive end up being a great duo. He gets to eat pizza.
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I can tell you a true story that's happy. [He'll have to quickly sort through said stories to find one that works just fine, so in order to buy himself a little time on that front, he motions to one of the remaining, mostly abandoned tables. Sits on one side for her to take the other. The gun can be laid there. Might even bring it closer to him, but not actually take it or tuck it.
He figures if it came with a holster, that would've been offered up, too.]
I'm Clint, by the way. [Because somehow he keeps getting into intense shit with complete strangers who don't bother with names unless prompted. It's great! It's great. Please teach manners.]
And my story is about a girl in New York. Who only ever wanted to do right by the people around her, wanted to be a hero. Now, she stumbled on a bad scene, bunch of people with too much money and time on their hands auctioning off things that didn't belong to them. She ended up taking an outfit from them, some armor that would've fetched a real high price, scare them off, save the day. Problem was, that armor belonged to someone who made a lot of powerful enemies. There were news stories about that guy, old wounds about him. But if she takes it off where people will see, then they think she's the guy.
So she's running around in downtown Manhattan at night, in armor that shouldn't fit her, running from a bunch of this guy's enemies. And in the middle of this chaos, there's a dog. Stray dog, no collar, no leash, missing an eye. Helps her out in a pinch, and then runs off, ending up right in the middle of traffic. If she doesn't get somewhere safe and away soon, she's gonna get caught, and she'll be in a lot of trouble. If she doesn't do something for this dog, he's gonna get hit or worse.
But she's always wanted to be a hero, and she grabs the dog to get him out of traffic. And they run. [It's okay to simplify and embellish a little. Because the crux of the story is still true.] Bad guys lose track of her across the street in the traffic, and she and the luckiest dog alive end up being a great duo. He gets to eat pizza.