[His unspoken question is taken very seriously. Nodding, there's a slight smirk of confidence on her otherwise blank face as she steps back. Not that she needs to, but she doesn't want to completely startle him. With the soft sound of metal piercing skin, she extends her claws fully. Holding her hands up in a fighting pose, she lets him look her over before relaxing.]
They are better when I am fighting.
[She sounds almost disappointed by that, and lets her hands hang down by her sides. The claws on one retract, and the blood remains against her knuckles even as the skin heals.]
I am good at killing. It is what I was made to do.
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They are better when I am fighting.
[She sounds almost disappointed by that, and lets her hands hang down by her sides. The claws on one retract, and the blood remains against her knuckles even as the skin heals.]
I am good at killing. It is what I was made to do.