[ Ramir advances steadily, and her pace falters only slightly at Sigma's reminder. That's right. She's got to keep that in mind — this is just a guy, in his right mind he wouldn't want to be here any more than she wants him here. She pauses just long enough to nod and brush a hand against Sigma's back: a little suggestion of a hug, a brief contact. It's okay. She's got this.
She wrestles the guy's hands pretty easily together and clamps a hand around his wrists. As soon as Sigma lets up she'll shift in to take his place, her free hand grabbing the hair at the back of the guy's head to jerk him around and back toward the door. See? It's pretty peaceable. She can totally do this.
Ramir enforces their march very sternly back down the hall, toward the open front door. And when movement lurches from the dining room, it isn't until after she's passed it. The fact that this isn't their only unwelcome guest escapes her entirely. ]
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She wrestles the guy's hands pretty easily together and clamps a hand around his wrists. As soon as Sigma lets up she'll shift in to take his place, her free hand grabbing the hair at the back of the guy's head to jerk him around and back toward the door. See? It's pretty peaceable. She can totally do this.
Ramir enforces their march very sternly back down the hall, toward the open front door. And when movement lurches from the dining room, it isn't until after she's passed it. The fact that this isn't their only unwelcome guest escapes her entirely. ]