[ She stands quietly, her hands still shoved unimposingly in her pockets, and looks at him a long moment. If the street was perfectly empty, if she wasn't concerned about keeping a low profile while she investigates things, she'd turn on her heel and disappear into the darkness.
Honestly, she feels a little tired. More than than agitated, at least, but those feathers in her hair have pricked a fraction. Tired or not, she doesn't appreciate being threatened and there's something here pricking at her senses. ]
Go home before you wind up doing something you're going to regret.
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Honestly, she feels a little tired. More than than agitated, at least, but those feathers in her hair have pricked a fraction. Tired or not, she doesn't appreciate being threatened and there's something here pricking at her senses. ]
Go home before you wind up doing something you're going to regret.