"My house isn't too far away, if you don't mind walking with me." Once inside the safety of those walls, she would almost certainly have a breakdown and then pass out shortly afterwards.

"You're right.... you're right." She takes a deep breath to try and calm herself. "I just... need to think on this. and sleep. and... maybe I'm freaking out over nothing. I hope so."

Anyways. Time to blast EW&F until no other thoughts are able to find purchase in her brain.

She runs a hand through her hair and lets out a sigh. "All of those sound like good options. I don't know. I need to turn off my brain for a second- or, or... fuck- I can't just ignore this. There's no solution to this problem where people don't end up dead."

(Tirum just got like +20 approval from viv)

+a deathrun is. Thank you for the warning, but it's time for you to leave. I'd recommend you ignore this settlement in the future. It won't end well for you." He might be bluffing about the sniper, but even if he was killing the raider now would do little to alleviate Vivian's anxieties.

She's quiet for awhile, the air around her shimmering with heat. Her mind raced in overdrive, bouncing between the panicked survival instinct and the measured calm of experience when it came to dealing with raiders. When she finally speaks, it's still with her ever-calm tone. "I know what+

"Their political affiliations would be nice to know." And she would sound as if she was taking those petty complaints in stride. The meaning was just as clear; Please find out if they were related to her past. Anything else was optional. "... thank you."

"Okay then, start whining now." Deacon of all people would know why the first thing has Vivian so stressed. She's dealt with plenty of bandits going after the settlements she stayed in, and none were able to rattle her like this. "I need to know where they are and how many we're dealing with."

"I don't know, can you? I... I'm not saying that to be rude about grammar either. Can you help?"