"Uh uh uh." There's a tut from a voice behind you, Andrea, and Michonne. You all give wary glances to one another and with subtle reluctance, halt your movements. Though Michonne, as volatile as ever, discreetly attempts to draw her sword in retaliation.

"Easy does it, girl. Mine’s a whole lot bigger than yours." They warn her.

Your eyes swivel to the swarthy woman with warning, brows raising and head slightly shaking at the notion of her readying attack. Andrea mirrors your expression and Michonne backs down indignantly. You prayed this stranger had mercy and paid her no mind.

After they order you all to slowly raise their hands and turn whilst on your knees, you're met with the sight of a figure. Imposing, one-armed, and grinning with surprise in his blue eyes. Said eyes then take a curious gander at Andrea then he speaks up with a lilt of sarcasm.

"Oh, holy shit....Blondie! You’re looking… good."