[Barbara stares at the fist for a moment. This is not a gesture she's familiar with--ah, but it's probably like a handshake isn't it? Just without the grip.
It's a little awkward, but she clenches her fist and bumps it against his with a satisfied nod. Time to hunt.]
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It's a little awkward, but she clenches her fist and bumps it against his with a satisfied nod. Time to hunt.]