[b]Mandy - Streets of Walker, LA - Annie & Cricin[/b]

Mandy shook her head. She had no idea what the girl was saying. Even while trying to read her lips. Mandy frowned uncertain. Then she asked for help. Mandy smiled. 

The girl jumped, so Mandy did too. She turned around and saw the guy that had startled the girl. "[color=Deepskyblue]Hi.[/color]" Mandy said, adding the wave again. "[color=Deepskyblue]Sorry if you said something. I didn't hear you.[/color]" Mandy's voice was thick, not with fear or anything, it was a natural thickness. If Cricin had heard someone deaf talk before it was clear that Mandy was deaf. 

Her own hand had gone to the quick release holding her hatchet at her side. She hadn't popped the release yet, but she was ready to if necessary. Living people were untrustworthy. The dead were easy to understand. People, living ones, lie. Mandy was good at telling when people were lying at least.