Stavanger Bay the thief and the moon

"i..." started dalia, only to pause and reevaluate what she wanted to say. knowing when to flee. well, dalia knew when to flee... at least, she thought. but she probably should've fled from the sandy man. and it got her in a bad situation -- a pretty big pickle, if you will. maybe she didn't know. she knew, at least, in an outwardly hostile situation, that she would know when to flee. her case had been... special. oh dear.

"defense," she then said, more sure of it now than she had originally started, "i want to be able to defend myself first." that would be a good first step, dalia would reckon.