Her voice seems totally drowned by the thundering noise of the club. Yet, 
suddenly, the shadowrunners turn to face her, and the one with the Ingram 
smartgun is pointing it directly at her. The mage girl has both hands raised and 
flickering with blue energy like eldritch lightning. Neona freezes, wide-eyed, 
heart pounding, but manages a shaky smile—what she hopes is a friendly-looking smile.