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With a familiar temperamental courage, she snaps at him on account of his apparent mistaken assumptions of her guardian and he is taken aback for a mere second. Either kids these days were getting too big for their boots, or the girl standing affrontly before him was simply an anomaly in her age group. Maegi was very much similar in temperament, though Vaati had always eluded her particular boldness towards him to the fact that she knew he could never hurt her. This one knew nothing of him, and the fact that she did not feel threatened by his cautionary appeal both concerned him and piqued his interest. Exactly whose kid was this?  He brushes off her small threat, looking at her with a dry gaze before offering a slow snort - as if he found it amusing. “Or you’ll hurt me?” The question is hypothetical and doesn’t beg an answer, but he is curious as to what makes others tick and what buttons he can push to do so. It’s a habit. In reality, Vaati is used to being run from and was now minorly peeved that he had held no such effect (not even in the slightest) on her, even though her help was required. With the dead bits still attached and flopping about with each footfall, he follows her towards the water. “Where do you come from?” The inquiry comes with only a mild tone of interest, but she obviously belonged to someone regardless of that said someone not being anywhere in sight.