[ That brief brush of minds probably felt horrible for both of them -- her fear and uncertainty, his sharp anger. Naomi clutches the sweater to her chest as the man snaps at her, which seems uncalled for, frankly. She already apologized for it, and she felt firsthand that he isn't mad at her.
Logic and self preservation tell her she should just keep away from him like he wants but she hesitates. Backing off won't make him less angry and there are only so many of them. It would serve them better to get along. She looks him over critically -- the scars are hard to miss, and she wonders if people fear him for them. If that makes it worse. She bites her lip, waiting for the crowd to clear, then asks a question. ]
What's got you so upset? Did you just get here too?
[ Her voice is low, heavily accented, and sounds genuinely concerned. Yes, she's still afraid, but of the situation as a whole, not of him. She's stood up to scarier people before. ]
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Logic and self preservation tell her she should just keep away from him like he wants but she hesitates. Backing off won't make him less angry and there are only so many of them. It would serve them better to get along. She looks him over critically -- the scars are hard to miss, and she wonders if people fear him for them. If that makes it worse. She bites her lip, waiting for the crowd to clear, then asks a question. ]
What's got you so upset? Did you just get here too?
[ Her voice is low, heavily accented, and sounds genuinely concerned. Yes, she's still afraid, but of the situation as a whole, not of him. She's stood up to scarier people before. ]