Hildegunde wasn't sure what she had walked into, but it felt immediately much bigger than herself. 

[i][color=007236]Freischütz,[/color][/i] she thought, [i][color=007236]make a record of this. A detailed one.[/color]
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[color=000000][i]As you wish, Fräulein Nachtnabel.[/i][/color]

She did not care for how pleased her Adapa sounded, but she gave it no further thought. Not when her attention was drawn in by the mystery voice and the conversation at hand.

Then, like Chloe, her eyes widened and her hair stood on end.

"Not as long as you can still let yourself be followed so easily by unwanted eyes."

The first choice was whether to run or not. 

Her first instinct was the former. Who could blame her? The child with a hand in the cookie jar - why linger at the scene of the crime? Why risk capture? 

The second choice was whether to hide or not. Once again, her first instinct was, indeed, to hide.

[i][color=000000]Fräulein Nachtnabel, if you will. I think it best now to flee.[/color][/i]

For once, Hildegunde considered the words of her Adapa seriously. She thought, weighing her options. She could run - probably much faster and further than Chloe. But if she were noticed running, Chloe's wrath would be surefire and swift. She did not understand who or what the other voice was, or what they were capable of. Hiding seemed futile, when the other voice already seemed aware of her location. Chloe would likely find out within seconds if she did hide.

If she revealed herself, there was no variable of whether she could escape or not. But perhaps it'd be better to bet on mercy than escape.

The fibers of her muscles that ached, screamed, to run - she would ignore them. She also strangled the urge to wisecrack - last time she had done that, it seemed to alarm Chloe.

[color=007236][i]Silence[/i][/color], she told the voice.

She would show goodwill. Or, at the very least, she would try. Hildegunde made a few silent paces, making a significant distance between the two of them - giving herself headway in case she needed to bolt.

Gloves removed, hood down, and palms raised out, Hildegunde would step forward. The rest of her body was still hard to make out, melding into her surroundings.

She channeled the energy of a lost child as best as she could. As unusual as it was on the hunter, it came all too naturally, all too authentically - she often felt this way and hid it. The world she grew up in and the world she lived in were two vastly different ones, and it often made her feel as if a childhood lack of understanding was something she'd simply never grow out of.

[color=007236]"Sorry. You looked upset leaving class, and I wanted to say something, and I didn't know what to say. And was scared you'd snap and prune me if you noticed me following while I took my sweet time deciding what to do. I didn't mean to step into whatever this is,"[/color] she says, gesturing vaguely. It was technically not a lie. As curious as she was, she never knew what she was getting into. She was no spy or malicious actor.

A beat. Hildegunde's heartbeat rushes in her head.

[color=007236]"Scared of you as I still am, I misjudged you. You don't seem half bad. And I can tell you're stressed. And frustrated. And I want to help. But if you want me to leave and never speak of this, or to you, I can do that too. Sorry,"[/color] she would end her speech as she started it.

Her muscles still ached. At the moment of provocation, she would run.