Emberwood I'm too careful and always in a rush

the woman drove straight to the point in such a blunt manner that hosannah was briefly taken aback. there would be no healthy banter, no chatting, and the abruptness of the conversations turn made her resistant to continue it. for a moment the red woman just stood there - a bit like a deer caught in headlights - and then shook her head lightly, no, i have never met anyone with that name before. if the stranger was in need of help, the best thing would be to ask for it; yet her tone seemed almost demanding of it, inquisitive and direct. hosannah was unaccustomed to such brazen disregard for commonplace propriety, and her features melted in to an expression of impassive boredom.