[yes, that would be a bad idea. she has her bow. she is not afraid to use it, stranger/friend/foe/something or not.
she stares at him for one moment, ready to retort, but she remembers he was the one who gave her her bow back. so with thought in mind, she relents a bit—though she still thinks him a foolish pervert old man.]
Not usually. There must be something about you. [a look as she walks past him.] And I don't mean that in a good way, Raven.
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she stares at him for one moment, ready to retort, but she remembers he was the one who gave her her bow back. so with thought in mind, she relents a bit—though she still thinks him a foolish
pervertold man.]Not usually. There must be something about you. [a look as she walks past him.] And I don't mean that in a good way, Raven.