The girl definitely seems to appreciate the sound of her own voice. Despite the fact she looks like she'd be easily broken by any half-capable fighter, she speaks with the authority, or perhaps simply feigned authority, of someone not used to having questions asked when she makes a demand.
But any authority she believed was hers was indeed being questioned, and it was obvious that annoyed her greatly. She is not used to diplomacy, there was no need for it in the might makes right world she came from. You 'won the debate' if you survived your enemy's attempt on your life. To say she is not used to using words to solve her problems would be an understatement. Should she even bother? It'd be a simple matter to overwhelm a powerless man. In the past, she wouldn't even question the choice to do just that. But if this is to be an 'ally', it made sense to use a lighter touch, as against her nature as it was.
The girl closes her eyes, and sighs in an overly dramatic way that makes her frustration even more obvious then it already was. When she speaks, her voice is a carefully controlled tone. She SOUNDS like she's trying to speaking in a pleasant tone. Her clenched fists give away just how much she wishes she could simply resort to violence, however.
"All right. Fine. I was hoping to leave the explanation to someone else, but I guess if you're going to be stubborn, its up to me after all. The dream. You saw a dream while you were still inside that thing." It is clear that she isn't asking a question. "We all saw similar ones when we first woke up here. You saw some pretty horrible things, didn't you? Don't think I'm going to sugarcoat this, wherever you're from? Its gone now. Anyone you know, anyone you cared about? They're gone now. Any hopes or dreams? Forget them." The almost happy smile she wears on her face definitely seems to give off the impression she was enjoying herself.
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But any authority she believed was hers was indeed being questioned, and it was obvious that annoyed her greatly. She is not used to diplomacy, there was no need for it in the might makes right world she came from. You 'won the debate' if you survived your enemy's attempt on your life. To say she is not used to using words to solve her problems would be an understatement. Should she even bother? It'd be a simple matter to overwhelm a powerless man. In the past, she wouldn't even question the choice to do just that. But if this is to be an 'ally', it made sense to use a lighter touch, as against her nature as it was.
The girl closes her eyes, and sighs in an overly dramatic way that makes her frustration even more obvious then it already was. When she speaks, her voice is a carefully controlled tone. She SOUNDS like she's trying to speaking in a pleasant tone. Her clenched fists give away just how much she wishes she could simply resort to violence, however.
"All right. Fine. I was hoping to leave the explanation to someone else, but I guess if you're going to be stubborn, its up to me after all. The dream. You saw a dream while you were still inside that thing." It is clear that she isn't asking a question. "We all saw similar ones when we first woke up here. You saw some pretty horrible things, didn't you? Don't think I'm going to sugarcoat this, wherever you're from? Its gone now. Anyone you know, anyone you cared about? They're gone now. Any hopes or dreams? Forget them." The almost happy smile she wears on her face definitely seems to give off the impression she was enjoying herself.