[Afraid? Of what, exactly? She glances down at her fingernails, and then back up to him. The Russian gets a faint quirk at one corner of her mouth, less the start of a smile and more something wholly wolfish.]
Did you hit your head trying out your wings?
[Ah, but 'Anna' is so sympathetic. Her brow furrows with concern, and she starts rather obviously examining those eyes of his for some sign of a concussion.]
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Did you hit your head trying out your wings?
[Ah, but 'Anna' is so sympathetic. Her brow furrows with concern, and she starts rather obviously examining those eyes of his for some sign of a concussion.]