[ It's not a gun pointed in his direction, so Scott accepts the order though it makes him grit his teeth. He's annoyed and regretful that he'd gotten caught, but not afraid. Maybe he should be, because he really has no idea what she's capable of, but he isn't, and instead he climbs the rest of the distance up to the barebones balcony that she's waiting at, the claws disappearing from his hands as he hauls himself over the ledge, leaving slightly bloody fingertips in their wake.
Able to actually see her now, he watches her carefully, trying to spot any weapons or the slight metal noise of a gun. He's about as far as he can keep away, the lines of his body painting a wary picture. ]
I'm not looking for a fight. [ He starts, gentle and careful, with the hopes that she might hear him out. ]
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Able to actually see her now, he watches her carefully, trying to spot any weapons or the slight metal noise of a gun. He's about as far as he can keep away, the lines of his body painting a wary picture. ]
I'm not looking for a fight. [ He starts, gentle and careful, with the hopes that she might hear him out. ]