[ having gotten some of the crowd to clear out — not nearly as much as she'd hoped, but enough for him to be visible to her more clearly, less people between them — she notices him walking toward her. and she hears his voice, calmness riding on it, in stark contrast to her own emotions.
she freezes up for a split second, unsure of what to do, before her body decides for her and begins stepping back clumsily. one step, and then two quick steps, and then a pause, before she can handle one more step again. it's just barely enough to keep a similar amount of distance between them, keep him from closing in on her too quickly — but, even the difference in how they take their steps shows a startling contrast between them right now.
her heart beat's quickening, her breathing along with it — having no powers herself, she has no baseline with which to understand that he's any less powerful than he was last she saw him. he's millions knives, out in the open, in a town full of people, capable of killing them all in nearly an instant.
she doesn't know how to respond to what he said, or rather, even process it, so keeping her eyes trained on him, she shouts back at him, no small amount of willpower behind it: ] Wh-Where's Vash!?
[ that's far more important to her than talking about how this is "necessary", though she's keeping her arms out to her sides, trying her best to shoo away anyone who threatens to come near, throwing in a shout to the people around her as well, sparing small glances off toward them: ] P-Please, you can't stay here! Run!
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she freezes up for a split second, unsure of what to do, before her body decides for her and begins stepping back clumsily. one step, and then two quick steps, and then a pause, before she can handle one more step again. it's just barely enough to keep a similar amount of distance between them, keep him from closing in on her too quickly — but, even the difference in how they take their steps shows a startling contrast between them right now.
her heart beat's quickening, her breathing along with it — having no powers herself, she has no baseline with which to understand that he's any less powerful than he was last she saw him. he's millions knives, out in the open, in a town full of people, capable of killing them all in nearly an instant.
she doesn't know how to respond to what he said, or rather, even process it, so keeping her eyes trained on him, she shouts back at him, no small amount of willpower behind it: ] Wh-Where's Vash!?
[ that's far more important to her than talking about how this is "necessary", though she's keeping her arms out to her sides, trying her best to shoo away anyone who threatens to come near, throwing in a shout to the people around her as well, sparing small glances off toward them: ] P-Please, you can't stay here! Run!
[ this is really all she has right now. ]