Normally, she'd knock. Normally, she'd wait until she was given permission to enter. Normally. This wasn't a normal situation. The door was kicked open and the small former equalist scrambled in throwing it shut behind her, using her meager weight against it in an attempt to hold it shut. Blood dripped from her mouth covering what was left of her button up shirt. Her scarf had been ripped from he neck leaving burn marks behind. Gold, pissed eyes landed on Asami. "Please be packing."
Asami wasn’t able to process everything that was happening at once. A kicked door, a frazzled Inia, everything was out of the ordinary. But her instincts weren’t as slow as the triad and her hand automatically held her revolver out in front of her. “What the hell is going on!?”
