[The words register on a certain level, but whatever's inside her doesn't actually care. No. This body was serving its purpose with how many connections it had to other people. Add on top of that how easily she seemed to be able to catch people off-guard and... Well, the eight ball had no intentions of giving her up anytime soon.
Rather than answer, she opts for fighting instead - hoping to spring it early enough to throw him a little off. Give herself the advantage.
So she moves, her entire body becoming a weapon as she goes. Her wings stay tucked away for now, the space of the hallway not really lending itself to using them just yet.]
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Rather than answer, she opts for fighting instead - hoping to spring it early enough to throw him a little off. Give herself the advantage.
So she moves, her entire body becoming a weapon as she goes. Her wings stay tucked away for now, the space of the hallway not really lending itself to using them just yet.]