That's one word for it. [She makes a move out of instinct to not have her back to him as he circles her, but catches herself short. He's harmless. There's just something unsettling being looked over like that, that pulls at old demons.]
So, how often does your world do these sort of things? [She kind of gets the impression it's all the time]
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So, how often does your world do these sort of things? [She kind of gets the impression it's all the time]