"Sure: got a magic carpet I can use to fly back to my old pocket dimension?" Allison deadpanned with a definite sharp edge in her tone as she continued forward to close some of that distance the girl left between them--a peace offering, a reassurance.

She was a far cry from the kid that had drawn her daggers and walked through a train station, armed and terrified she was hallucinating again, and it made her feel suddenly older, tired.

Sighing, she shook her head and, when she was close enough, propped one crutch against her side so she could offer her hand to the other girl.

"Sorry--I'm not in the best mood." she explained. "I'm Allison." Glancing down at the other girl's hip, her smile softened into something a little more sincere. "And that really is a very pretty gun."