[ It's easy to tell the moment she sees him, because she's looking around the party with a rather neutral expression on her face, taking in the sights, assessing the room. When she sees him, she stops, though, freezes in place and her face goes from a happy neutral to narrowed eyes and furrowed brow.
She doesn't have a cattle prod on her. Not this time.
She does, however, have her bow, some arrows, and her daggers all in plain sight, and it's one of these a hand drops to, clutching the hilt.
And then she starts stalking towards him, determination very apparent in her expression. ]
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She doesn't have a cattle prod on her. Not this time.
She does, however, have her bow, some arrows, and her daggers all in plain sight, and it's one of these a hand drops to, clutching the hilt.
And then she starts stalking towards him, determination very apparent in her expression. ]