[Her hand opens of its own accord. Or... no. Of his accord. It strikes her then, suddenly and without mercy: That's why her gut was telling her to get out of the shadows.]
I could give you a run for your money.
[No, her voice is not shaking. It never does.
... She needs some time to think. Or something to beat up.]
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I could give you a run for your money.
[No, her voice is not shaking. It never does.
... She needs some time to think. Or something to beat up.]