[ Her head cocks mechanically as she takes in his rumpled appearance, evaluates, and turns away. ]
I hope you're telling the truth. [ Despite being barefoot as always, she's free from scratches of any and all kinds - unusual, given her torn clothes and the few traces of blood here and there. Her hair is in a ponytail that swings as she walks precariously into the blueish gloom, also wet with mysterious liquid in some places. ] Let me know if you change your mind. Why are you here?
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I hope you're telling the truth. [ Despite being barefoot as always, she's free from scratches of any and all kinds - unusual, given her torn clothes and the few traces of blood here and there. Her hair is in a ponytail that swings as she walks precariously into the blueish gloom, also wet with mysterious liquid in some places. ] Let me know if you change your mind. Why are you here?
[ No pause for a breath with this one now... ]
It's dangerous.