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He stepped away from her. For the briefest moment, she is surprised. A genuine look of it! Only to be whisked away and replaced by staring once more.

She was prepared to retreat now, too. Perhaps he had no want for company — or maybe his own company was elsewhere.

A step back to where she started revealed the familiar comfort of Sega. She knew, like some second instinct, that he’d come. Yet the writhing of nervous innards ceases to be replaced by comfort. He had not wavered once so far. There is some hidden, roughened, charm in his boldness now.

She did not ever expect herself to become a woman who hid in the shadows of a hulking man. Still somehow she had become such. Pleased to find she did not hate the sensation either.

Pressed along her company’s flank now, wordless still even as the stranger spoke, yet watchful of the encounter still. Let Sega handle it seemed to be her current strategy.