Her voice was flat. She closed her eyes, mentally and physically steadying herself. Ten seconds, and she was looking at him again.
"Who exactly are you?"
There begged the question why a stranger would be watching her, why he would be armed with a crossbow, and why he sounded stuck between an American and a British accent.
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on 2013-09-24 07:26 am (UTC)Her voice was flat. She closed her eyes, mentally and physically steadying herself. Ten seconds, and she was looking at him again.
"Who exactly are you?"
There begged the question why a stranger would be watching her, why he would be armed with a crossbow, and why he sounded stuck between an American and a British accent.
"Oh, god. You work for them, don't you?"