As soon as he has the thought, he notices Nara move. She brings her hand in a fist up to her mouth, as if to stifle a cough.
	Blowgun!
	The moment he sees her, Nanao moves too. He pretends to trip over his own feet, bumping lightly into the young guy in front of him. ‘Sorry, lost my balance there for a second,’ he says apologetically.
 	He needs to create a situation in which she can’t predict who a dart might strike if she launches one. He’s sure they don’t want to get any civilians involved if they can avoid it.
	The guy Nanao bumps into stumbles. Nanao leans further into the other men’s personal space as well. Kamino, concerned, moves to help Nanao. He wobbles back and forth, as if about to fall down.
	One of the men turns toward him. ‘Are you okay?’ He seems equal parts worried and suspicious. He probably also senses that something unusual is happening and instinctively wants to get away.
	As he predicted, Nara’s having trouble getting a fix on her target. Nanao makes sure to keep his eye on the deadly instrument in her hand.

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