Of course that's her immediate reaction, because what else is she supposed to think when faced with a - granted, much more worn looking - version of herself?
So she's almost immediately on her guard, and she takes a sharp step back as though that will somehow save her. Her blade is in her hand, gripped tightly with white knuckles, but she doesn't run, not just yet. It's stupid, reckless and dangerous, but this is new even for them, and she wants to know what's going on here.
At least she has one advantage, whoever this is obviously needs time to recover and she's going to use the window of opportunity to get some answers. The blade gets brandished outwards, and for once she's actually scared but she pushes forward anyway.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in my vessel?"
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Of course that's her immediate reaction, because what else is she supposed to think when faced with a - granted, much more worn looking - version of herself?
So she's almost immediately on her guard, and she takes a sharp step back as though that will somehow save her. Her blade is in her hand, gripped tightly with white knuckles, but she doesn't run, not just yet. It's stupid, reckless and dangerous, but this is new even for them, and she wants to know what's going on here.
At least she has one advantage, whoever this is obviously needs time to recover and she's going to use the window of opportunity to get some answers. The blade gets brandished outwards, and for once she's actually scared but she pushes forward anyway.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in my vessel?"