Stone Circle I'm too young to go to jail

She felt his eyes hone in on the scar on her throat, and she hated it. It drew unwanted stares, which only reminded her of what caused it in the first place — their kind. At least the man didn't seem too offended by her curtness. Dianne appreciated that he was getting right to the meat of this interaction like she was and that he asked the right questions. I am very quick on my feet. I specialize in small prey, but I can also assist in large game, She answered in a businesslike fashion. Who'd turn down a good hunter for winter? She probably made it sound like she were more skilled than in reality, but whatever. Her help would be enough.

His next question caught her off-guard: "And were do you come from?"

It brought up memories, and all of them were painful. Dianne shoved them down. Far from here. Nowhere special, She mumbled, breaking the strong eye contact she held before. Dianne hoped he'd get a clue that she didn't want to talk about it. She forced her eyes to drift back to his face after a moment, determined to remain calm and professional.