Firefly Glen all these years you tried to kill me, boy you ain't made a dent

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The boy—for he was a boy—looked away without saying anything. His ears lay along his skull as if he was nervous. Grezig sighed. This was a reaction she had almost come to expect from others, especially those younger than her. What did they think she would do? Eat them? “I’m Grezig,” she said, trying to keep her voice light and inviting, although that was a bit of a challenge for her. She usually spoke so matter-of-factly that it was difficult to speak in any other way. “What is your name?” She wanted to ask more questions, like what he was doing here, but she did not want to overwhelm him, so instead, she waited.