Otter Creek it's the screams, baby

There is a bit of interest which peaks in Zhenya's mind, though she remains outwardly defensive. It isn't often that she finds someone willing to uphold a game such as her own, and to fine one who plays so well is a pleasant surprise. Of course, the only way she can respond to such a gift is with another vicious snarl and a snap forward, yet this one came with slightly less obvious agitation. Someone to play with, she repeats, her words void of emotion and yet lilted as though there were a bit of mimicked teasing behind it, I don't believe I am who you are looking for.