She didn’t have the reflexes for action-hero moves - at least, not without preparation. Also, dramatic action heroes were usually taller, fitter and more athletic than their adversaries. She, on the other hand, was five foot nine in her socks and not overly muscular - unlike her five well-built new adversaries. Although they were all pointing guns at her, cluttering up the room and backing into display cases, they didn’t look as if they’d actually expected her to emerge from the cupboard. Maybe she could use that to her advantage. One of the men snorted in surprise, choking off a laugh behind his hand. ‘So here she is, after all. No wonder someone had this bunny tucked away in his cupboard,’ he grunted. His gun wavered as he looked her up and down, taking in her anachronistic, inappropriate, short-skirted clothing. ‘Ain’t hard to guess what all them professors round here like keeping under their desks, innit?’ Irene let herself sag back against the wall, lowering her eyes tremulously, trying to guess what was going on.
