Sawtooth Spire I'm the opposite of moderate

The air between the duo was stiff and unmoving. There was little room for either to move, but Ynes refused to back down from such a challenge. I don't believe we've met, she noted in a rather inquisitive tone. Her brows furrowed and she cocked her head slightly, one ear falling in the process, though she didn't let any true signs of emotion shine through. She took a step forward, though quickly halted, finding herself in an awkward freeze position between movement and placidity.