[Immediately, like a reflex born of surprise, Regis' claws retract and he quickly clasps his hands together. She knows what he is, and what he could become is standing in front of the both of them with no need for him to demonstrate it, but the last thing he wants to do is provoke a situation that will lead to bringing harm to her.]
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Lower the weapon, Nora, if you would.
[Perhaps she hadn't seen the message?]
It will do no good here.