ah. poetry must sound like prophecy when your ears are tuned only for gunfire. (she tilts her head slightly, voice smooth as silk drawn over steel.) you may relax. i’ve no grand omens to spook you... unless metaphors now count as threats. (aldara's gaze sharpens subtly, the faintest spark of playful challenge flickering in her amber eyes) now tell me, gunslinger, what exactly has you so trigger happy?