Stavanger Bay Warpless

So far so good.  Not eaten, not a chew toy.  She'd keep being friendly and see how that continued to treat her -- she was rather agreeable that way, at least; be nice, she'd be nice.  Nothing had set her off into weirdo land yet.  And about being normal?  She shrugged.  To her, most fell securely into normal.  She wasn't normal.  Many had told her that.  This guy was probably normal -- unless he did something that qualified otherwise.  Sometimes it was like a D&D alignment -- Engel qualified as a normal easily-terrified-jerk. 

Her next expression, though, was along the lines of someone looking over the top of their glasses.  As if it'd stick around there unprepared!  Made sure I didn't walk into any traps and got the hell out of there.  Paranoia had its advantages -- she definitely wouldn't have been happy being captured by the Blackfeather wolves, even though she still didn't know who the residents were beyond her assumptions. I'm not heading back over there without backup.  Lots of it.   An army would do nicely.  She didn't know they already were gonna have one thrown at them.  Convenient, that.

Kinda seems like I'm out of room to head away from them this way though, huh? She nodded towards the sea.  Trying to verbally excuse herself from a territory seemed like it was far more dangerous than it was worth, so she was kind of hoping that her relatively neutral, almost playful inquiry would maybe offer her a way out.  Godot had figured that wandering in, apparently obliviously, would nix her out of favor.  Perhaps he was just toying with her?  Was she going to be a snack anyway?