[center][color=335566][h2]Анна[/h2][/color]

[color=335566]"Я мог бы поклясться, что встретил .."[/color][sub] I could have sworn I met..[/sub] [@Dark Light]

She cut herself off. Noticing thr smaller changes happening to the man. Instinct told her to create some distance. Yet she had been trying to stop listening to that prey voice, so she sat on that feeling for a while. Glancing instead quickly round and round the tavern. To see if another was the cause for the mans distress. 

Her own memories lacking, perhpas it was trama or just something she had run across that sucked the words from her lips. Her figiting hand reaching up to wrap around the named collar around her neck as she stopped searching the tavern and instead focused back on the man. It was an old habit she had picked up. To search for comfort from that small piece of remembrance. As if the creature whose name resided upon it had not long past. 

She had no words for why her alarms would be going off, but that was often what happened in human establishments. Even if the man she was talking to was acting very strange for a human, she thought she had no reason to act frightened, even if slowly frightened she had become. [/center]