The Sentinels Shake it out and light a cigarette

I don't mind at all! This is great!

He completely missed any tells of her approach, only realizing she was there when she spoke. Anger coursed through him as awful memories came flooding back, freezing him in place for a few seconds as he tried to fight the overwhelming anguish that sought to bring him to the ground. 

Finally when he had regained some amount of control, he jumped up and whirled around on the stranger. Don't call me that, he growled, hackles raising as he stared murderously at her. The sides of his chest expanded and deflated in quick bursts as his breaths came out in panting snarls. At that moment, nothing seemed familiar to him and he could feel the rage escalating to the place where he could no longer control any of his actions--the place he tried desperately avoid by keeping himself numb. 

But then something about her face, even as scarred as it was, made him freeze again. 

He swallowed hard as different memories flooded his mind--memories of Ironsea and Rosalyn. He liked Rosalyn--trusted her. His breathing began to slow, and he stumbled back into a sitting position, unable to say anything yet. His face crumpled into an expression of defeat, tired eyes falling to the ground as he tried to gather himself enough to apologize.