[center][b][i][h2][color=9932CC] Tzipporah Rashid [/color][/h2][/i][/b][/center]
[center][b] Mentions: [@RedVII] [/b][/center]

[center] Tzipporah gently handed the man his cider, and cracked the lid on her own. He looked as if he was deep in thought, so she did not speak as she drank. She knew how annoying it was for [i]her[/i] when someone interrupted her train of thought, so she was always careful to not do it to others. Even though it was reasonably warm outside, she shivered, she was always cold and she never knew why. Again, she kicked herself for not somehow obtaining a sweatshirt of some kind. She chuckled as the man asked why she was in the New York compound. She had gotten really sick of scaring people away when a full grown leopard emerged from her skin, or even worse, when there's suddenly a swarm of tarantulas running up someone's body at her command. But somehow, she got the inclination that this man would be delighted to see a swarm of poisonous spiders. Maybe she should just show him instead of trying to explain herself. . . [/center]

[center][color=9932CC] "Would you like me to show you? You would need to stand very still though," [/color] Tzipporah warned. Her spiders were intrigued by movement and the more her target moved the more the spiders were inclined to attack. This was a stipulation that was necessary when showing someone her power that she didn't actually want to hurt. The way he was looking at her made it seem like he had a lot of questions, but he just couldn't get them out. She wondered what he would ask her next. [/center]