Who: The Candy Twins (Hansel & Gretel) and Sam What: Introductions and Firearms. Where: The gun range When: Thursday afternoon Rating: Language probably, if anything.
Nervous? No. Gretel wasn't nervous. Anxious? She wouldn't call it that. Slightly tense with anticipation... maybe. She probably couldn't have picked words for the way she was feeling if she was forced to try. Good thing Hansel wasn't exactly someone who'd demand she talk about her emotions (usually it was the other way around, and only if it was absolutely necessary), but there wasn't a doubt in her mind her brother would've been able to tell something was up with her, even if she was trying her best to keep everything under the surface.
Not hiding it from him- that wasn't it. She was just being considerate. Throwing too much at Hansel at once wouldn't do anyone any favors- Gretel just wanted him to be able to settle (as much as either of them could when stuck in one place- hundreds of years in their future) before she disclosed that during the months of forced separation, she'd met a man actually worthy of being nervous about.
If she was nervous. Which she wasn't.
"So she keeps replying, and every single time it's the same... my face, looking back at me with someone else's words." They continued the conversation about the woman who shared Gretel's face as they stepped across the street toward the firing range, where Sam and Frank held employment. Gretel dressed in the way the two of them were used to back home today, save for her long-sleeve tunic or riding coat because of the warm weather. Her crossbow slung over the opposite shoulder as Hansel had his gun.