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It was as if Strand had been slapped in the face. Her entire demeanor went from aggressive and dangerous to… confounded. In all of three seconds. She was speechless, her mouth opening in shock, metaphorically dropping to the ground like in cartoons. No one had ever reacted to her outbursts so well before. They either shot back with their own aggression or cowered in fear (the second one happened way less often). And… and what did this woman mean, she’d been sent here to help her? That made zero sense, actually.

As quickly as she had been dumbstruck, she was on the defensive, squinting hard at the woman. “I don’t believe you,” she said slowly. “I don’t even know you. Who sent you to me?” Her lower jaw jutted out as she continued to stare at this stranger with narrowed eyes.