Redhawk Caldera My "people skills" are "rusty."

Her godfather didn't appear perturbed by his bloody bib. He jumped up to play but Towhee recoiled at the touch to her shoulder, head shaking. Elwood began moving but she jumped in his way. -No!- she signed jerkily, pointing at the smear and frowning deeply. She paused for a moment, thinking (complete with endearing head tilt), then added, -YUCK!- There was something particularly emphatic about the movements, the deaf pup's very own rendition of screaming.

And just like any shouting child, she almost immediately felt bad for "yelling" at her uncle. She gave him an apologetic and beseeching look, trying to convey to him that she literally couldn't bear the sight of the blood. If he wanted to play, he needed to get rid of it, stat. In case Towhee's signing didn't get her point across, her eyes grew wide and pleading.