[ she's not sure what she expected, but faith hesitates as the door swings open, bracing for-- something. some primal instinct in her is screaming trap even as her lungs feel more able to take in air.
one boot, and the next, until she's past the door and wondering just how able she is when it comes to attacking anyone. ]
Right. Thanks.
[ hesitation gone, she starts heading for the exit. ]
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one boot, and the next, until she's past the door and wondering just how able she is when it comes to attacking anyone. ]
Right. Thanks.
[ hesitation gone, she starts heading for the exit. ]