[She's lucky she started second-guessing herself and therefore slowed down a little -- it means the paint pellet ends up zooming right in front of her face by maybe a few centimeters.
She knows better than to stop. As she moves, keeping low, it only takes her a second to pick up on the trajectory, and she glances toward where that shot came from, where North should be. Not that she expects to see him fully, he's probably found a way to hide...]
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She knows better than to stop. As she moves, keeping low, it only takes her a second to pick up on the trajectory, and she glances toward where that shot came from, where North should be. Not that she expects to see him fully, he's probably found a way to hide...]