[ He's a stranger, and nobody else from her world is here. There's no real danger in it. Still, an uneasiness twinges at the pit of her stomach at the prospect, and though she's usually an expert at masking her expression, there's a definitive flicker in her face. ]
It... [ Oddly (perhaps, given what she's about to say), she cracks a faint smile. ] Said I was gonna die?
[ Which you might take to be a threat, if you weren't a person who had a mess of confusing...not quite memories, but awareness, of a life in which you were murdered. ]
no subject
It... [ Oddly (perhaps, given what she's about to say), she cracks a faint smile. ] Said I was gonna die?
[ Which you might take to be a threat, if you weren't a person who had a mess of confusing...not quite memories, but awareness, of a life in which you were murdered. ]
Little aggressive, for a cookie.