[ John simply watches her as she recoils, though "listens" is perhaps the more appropriate word, given the infrequent opportunities for light. But he's patient, waiting. This sort of encounter isn't new, even if his purpose to it is, and fear or trepidation are understandable responses to finding oneself in... this place, he'd say.
Once she sets her hand over his, it's easy to see the handle she has on herself, keeping wits about her. Impressive. That she moves to add distance is somewhat novel, even; if he'd meant her harm, though, he would have acted on that intent already. Not that she'd know that, but her consideration of the possibility?
John stands, hands held just slightly out to either side, at ease. ]
Then you're one more of our number who do. [ Then, after a moment: ] Do you still hear them? [ A little investigating never hurt anyone, right? ]
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Once she sets her hand over his, it's easy to see the handle she has on herself, keeping wits about her. Impressive. That she moves to add distance is somewhat novel, even; if he'd meant her harm, though, he would have acted on that intent already. Not that she'd know that, but her consideration of the possibility?
John stands, hands held just slightly out to either side, at ease. ]
Then you're one more of our number who do. [ Then, after a moment: ] Do you still hear them? [ A little investigating never hurt anyone, right? ]