She's not intimidated by his posture or the way he sizes her up. He's not exactly being threatening - she knows the difference. She just meets his gaze evenly, her own arms still crossed over her chest, feet planted on the floor.
"Why would you want to be tired?" That doesn't make any sense, even by seven-year-old logic. She eyes him suspiciously a moment before answering his second question. "I'm Natalia. Who are you?"
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She's not intimidated by his posture or the way he sizes her up. He's not exactly being threatening - she knows the difference. She just meets his gaze evenly, her own arms still crossed over her chest, feet planted on the floor.
"Why would you want to be tired?" That doesn't make any sense, even by seven-year-old logic. She eyes him suspiciously a moment before answering his second question. "I'm Natalia. Who are you?"