[Saxsice's initial response is a sort of strangled grunt, arms still locked over her chest. Almost on auto-pilot she reaches to grab a neatly-folded towel off a nearby bench and wrap it around herself, though it doesn't do much to stop the shivering. Her mind's in a riot, and there's a pit in her chest like some vital organ's been torn out.
Finally she glances over, looking at the young man for a long, blank moment, her wet hair plastered to her neck and shoulders.]
What did you see? [There's an almost...threatening note in her voice as she says it.]
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Finally she glances over, looking at the young man for a long, blank moment, her wet hair plastered to her neck and shoulders.]
What did you see? [There's an almost...threatening note in her voice as she says it.]