[That's probably what brings her attention back to that particular window, along with Volgin's muttering in Russian. She raises her head back until she's eying the man again.
And she talks. Right at him. No, that big mouth of hers doesn't move but she's certainly talking regardless.]
Your scent is odd, human. Burning... or heat. Sharper, perhaps.
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And she talks. Right at him. No, that big mouth of hers doesn't move but she's certainly talking regardless.]
Your scent is odd, human. Burning... or heat. Sharper, perhaps.
[She huffs a bit of steam there.]