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Despite the shock that played across the pale woman's face, she continued to be civil, giving her directions of all things. Orson listened to her, drinking in the information while also blinking in shock at her tone. She had trespassed many times in her life. Sometimes out of spite or in need of information, sometimes on accident, as she had done now. But never had she had such an encounter before. 

The pale woman rose and offered to escort her. Orson burst out laughing. You're kind. she nodded to the woman, falling in step alongside her. Was spectin' more of a tougher response. Though, she knew that at any moment something wrong could happen. She did not know whether this politeness was her true nature, or a facade, hiding something fiercer.