She sinks down into her next step, muscles bunched and ready, her other axe in hand, ready--
But it's just a man with disgustingly long hair, and an expression of fear that quickly switches to something a bit more incredulous. Clearly not used to combat, or attacks in his kitchen, or anything except probably shuffling around this spaceship in a bathrobe. Or he's a really good actor, but that's less likely. Johanna can spot those easily. He's not one of them.
"Did they enhance your sight, when they brought you here?" She stands, fluidly, her axe still in hand but her posture less defensive, more defiant. "Because wow, you've got some powers of observation."
With a jerk, she steps forward, bound to retrieve the axe, and in case he's thinking about moving-- "I like you right where you are, so how about you stay there and save me the trouble of actually throwing this axe at your head. Or if you want a free haircut, you could try moving. You could use a haircut."
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But it's just a man with disgustingly long hair, and an expression of fear that quickly switches to something a bit more incredulous. Clearly not used to combat, or attacks in his kitchen, or anything except probably shuffling around this spaceship in a bathrobe. Or he's a really good actor, but that's less likely. Johanna can spot those easily. He's not one of them.
"Did they enhance your sight, when they brought you here?" She stands, fluidly, her axe still in hand but her posture less defensive, more defiant. "Because wow, you've got some powers of observation."
With a jerk, she steps forward, bound to retrieve the axe, and in case he's thinking about moving-- "I like you right where you are, so how about you stay there and save me the trouble of actually throwing this axe at your head. Or if you want a free haircut, you could try moving. You could use a haircut."