Whipp comes out of nowhere, shoving her gun in Lover’s face- only to have a TCP materialize and slap the gun out of her hand before she can even pull the trigger.
Dad grabs Primus’ hand and drags him back, surprisingly strong for a TCP of her stature, at least in this moment of need. Primus lets out a shrill whistle, asking what on earth is happening, why is everything going wrong, they were all having a good-
The new TCP keeps his gaze evenly locked on Whipp, the gun type frozen in place.