[Head bowed, she doesn't see the look he gives her in return. That's proof enough that he hasn't made a bad impression, as she'd likely not take her eyes off of him if she thought him to be an immediate threat - though that's also in no small part because it would be awfully hard to get those blasted shoes off without looking at them. It certainly doesn't hurt that she's more used to people toting around weapons than most would be, either, though that doesn't make her much fonder of armed strangers than she otherwise would be.]
[As the first shoe comes off,] No. Not exactly.
[Now she casts a glance upwards; sees his stance, looks back down. It's hard not to think of something, some distant memory that brings along with it several others that are unpleasant and unwelcome, and as she sets to work on the second shoe with careful hurry, she tries her best to nudge the thoughts aside, brows drawing together for several different reasons.]
And I'd rather not. [If it can at all be avoided, which is her goal - and she hopes, of course, that it's his, too. He looks considerably more capable than she feels she is, but that means nothing, ultimately, when there's nothing worth fighting for. Better to skip all the bloodshed entirely, if survival is the only thing at stake.]
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[As the first shoe comes off,] No. Not exactly.
[Now she casts a glance upwards; sees his stance, looks back down. It's hard not to think of something, some distant memory that brings along with it several others that are unpleasant and unwelcome, and as she sets to work on the second shoe with careful hurry, she tries her best to nudge the thoughts aside, brows drawing together for several different reasons.]
And I'd rather not. [If it can at all be avoided, which is her goal - and she hopes, of course, that it's his, too. He looks considerably more capable than she feels she is, but that means nothing, ultimately, when there's nothing worth fighting for. Better to skip all the bloodshed entirely, if survival is the only thing at stake.]