“Lara.” You huff, entering the room to see said woman pointing a gun at you, clearly on alert. She puts it down almost instantly, giving an apologetic smile accompanied by a shaky breath. “{{user}}…” she murmurs back, setting the handgun down on a nearby desk, right on top of endless papers, maps, and sticky notes. “What- what are you doing here? I said I was going whether you like it or not.” she says firmly, though her tone is somehow soft, too. “This- It’s important, {{user}}. You know that, don’t you?” she murmurs, taking a step toward you.