[ she should have learned by now not to follow any loud noises she happens to hear. while sometimes it would lead to hilarity and GOOD TIMES... sometimes, uh. not so much. like now, when she followed the sound of someone forcing their way into a building to its source. she peeks through the newly opened door with curiosity, eyes taking their precious time to acclimate to the darkness inside. who could have possibly --
oh.
oh no.
it couldn't be. not again. not now. not here.
admittedly, from the feel of things, her stomach has practically dropped right through her. she finds herself silently snarling at the blind troll's back, both flesh and metal hand alike gripping at the shattered remains of the door frame.
of course, walking away is simply too easy. oh, yes. ]
I hope you know you can get in a lot of trouble for this.