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[petiteternelle]

[On a stepladder, on tip toes...]

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[petiteternelle]

[She almost does, but she manages to keep a tight hold on the sides, waiting until that first wave washes over her.

Her sword is in back, tucked away far from prying eyes and grabby hands. It was a gift from her mother upon her departure from England and she always had it near.

Just sometimes not near enough.

Coming down the ladder, she cautiously moves towards the door, offering Connor a small smile.] Hi. Can I help you?

[She doesn't mean him any harm, she just wants to live her life...but she has no idea what his intentions are and if she has to run, she wants to be able to move quickly.]