"Why do you keep running away!? You shouldn't be here." She growled at you in fury as the oxidant and blood dripped down her white armor, like a drizzle of crimson. "I don't care how scared you are... You need to beat the fact that I am just trying to protect you into your head... Or I will do it instead..."

Her face goes from angry to fatalistic. "Maybe I should beat it into you.. Maybe then you'll understand." She picks her shotgun up and empties the bullets out of the barrel, seemingly wanting to knock you out with the stock of the gun.