[It's not until Amos' gaze does dart behind her that Alice's senses make ... well, more sense to her. She's focused on what he's saying of course but the moment he glances back her mind snaps to attention. A twinge runs over the back of her neck again as she meets Amos' gaze.]
The Nebulo Congress is happening. It's a meeting between various countries as part of the recent ceasefire between the Empire and the Republic of Frost.
[She grasps hold of the strap around her chest, beginning to hoist it off over her head with more casualness than she really feels.
Not yet. She can feel her back straighten though, the rush of fear and adrenaline that comes with any fight trickling through her muscles.]
In general it is a peace keeping conference. Nobility discuss issues important to the people, the Imperial Army talks about funds and allocations for the next so many years and other nation's armed forces typically attend as well.
[She draws in a breath and lets it go slowly. The look in her eyes is firm and resolute. She's not sure what it is that is happening or just what she feels in the air but it is something and it is coming. She can't be disappointed in the efforts of a wounded man who thinks he is doing right.
Now.
She turns on her heels, swinging the bag in her hands by it's strap like a bludgeoning hammer. The weapon inside weighs at least a good five or six pounds if not more. With luck whatever or whoever is behind her might get caught by it's swing or at the very least be driven back.
She's quick to follow up by thumping said bag on the ground by one end and reaching up to grasp the zipper pull with one hand. She's got to get this thing open on the quick no matter what is going on here. If this turns out to be friendly then she'll apologize because right now her senses are telling her this is a decidedly unfriendly time.]
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The Nebulo Congress is happening. It's a meeting between various countries as part of the recent ceasefire between the Empire and the Republic of Frost.
[She grasps hold of the strap around her chest, beginning to hoist it off over her head with more casualness than she really feels.
Not yet. She can feel her back straighten though, the rush of fear and adrenaline that comes with any fight trickling through her muscles.]
In general it is a peace keeping conference. Nobility discuss issues important to the people, the Imperial Army talks about funds and allocations for the next so many years and other nation's armed forces typically attend as well.
[She draws in a breath and lets it go slowly. The look in her eyes is firm and resolute. She's not sure what it is that is happening or just what she feels in the air but it is something and it is coming. She can't be disappointed in the efforts of a wounded man who thinks he is doing right.
Now.
She turns on her heels, swinging the bag in her hands by it's strap like a bludgeoning hammer. The weapon inside weighs at least a good five or six pounds if not more. With luck whatever or whoever is behind her might get caught by it's swing or at the very least be driven back.
She's quick to follow up by thumping said bag on the ground by one end and reaching up to grasp the zipper pull with one hand. She's got to get this thing open on the quick no matter what is going on here. If this turns out to be friendly then she'll apologize because right now her senses are telling her this is a decidedly unfriendly time.]