[She looks up at the sound of another’s approach, her eyes instantly zeroing in on the mutations that mark the woman’s body. Splicer. She visibly bristles and gives the woman a raw-edged hiss that’s only seconds away from building into a Big Sister’s trademark screech if she doesn’t keep her distance. Strange, that she doesn’t smell any ADAM on the woman -- but there’s no other explanation for the deformities and even if the woman weren’t a splicer, the Big Sister’s not about to let her guard down. She swings her left arm out at her side, displaying the long, rusted needle still strapped to her arm -- a not so subtle warning that she won't hesitate to take what the woman has stolen from her sisters if she steps into striking distance.]
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