[She does indeed watch as he makes his way (slowly) up the tree, leaning slightly forward to keep an eye on him. It isn't because she expects him to try to shoot her again - it's crossed her mind but his hands are busy with the climbing anyhow - but because she halfway feels like she should help him, somehow, because he makes it look very difficult. (Which it... probably is, but it's not like she can do anything to assist him, right? So all there is is to supervise.)]
It's nice to meet you.
[Polite enough, and not unmeant. Her brows raise at the question, but she seems to take no offense. She glances down at herself and then back at him.]
No. Not really. And I... would prefer not to fight, if I can help it.
[She certainly doesn't look like a fighter, indeed. There's not a hint of muscle on this girl.]
Do you?
[Naminé, that's probably rude-- but of course she means nothing by it.]
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It's nice to meet you.
[Polite enough, and not unmeant. Her brows raise at the question, but she seems to take no offense. She glances down at herself and then back at him.]
No. Not really. And I... would prefer not to fight, if I can help it.
[She certainly doesn't look like a fighter, indeed. There's not a hint of muscle on this girl.]
Do you?
[Naminé, that's probably rude-- but of course she means nothing by it.]