"I see. I suppose you're a younger uh...Garou, then?"
Kely watches her sniff around, pulling ammo for the BR55 out of nearby boxes, just in case. She looks along the walls at more crates, wondering what's in them, but she doesn't say anything. When Bella speaks, she sighs, emptying all the shotgun ammo back into the crate she got it from. Maybe someone else might need it.
"Damnit. I suppose I'll have to make do with this then." She picks up the rifle, slinging it over her back and shoving all the ammo she can find into the bag before slinging that over her shoulder as well.
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Kely watches her sniff around, pulling ammo for the BR55 out of nearby boxes, just in case. She looks along the walls at more crates, wondering what's in them, but she doesn't say anything. When Bella speaks, she sighs, emptying all the shotgun ammo back into the crate she got it from. Maybe someone else might need it.
"Damnit. I suppose I'll have to make do with this then." She picks up the rifle, slinging it over her back and shoving all the ammo she can find into the bag before slinging that over her shoulder as well.