Big Salmon Lake Sharknado

Potema felt uneasy as Perry focused in on her blind eye. Anything concerning the disabled optic unnerved her, especially if she felt someone on her blind side. It was a consequence of her handicap she was still getting used to, but her hackles raised slightly, and a pit of uncomfortableness welled in her stomach.

While Perry didn't mean it at as a threat, Potema certainly read it so. She had no clever response to whip out, as her mother or Burke might have done. So instead, she frowned slightly. "They don't mind if I'm alone, so long as I come back soon." Which she had not done in the slightest. "I don't encounter strangers much, either. Especially not now, after the storm." With her crows and ravens — yes, she started to refer to them as "hers" — she had no reason to fear enemies if they dared attack. They would either alert her or help attack her attacker, whoever that was. "Does your family know you're wandering about after a major storm, talking to little girls?" She redirected the question back to him.