[She's aware of his approach, eyes flicking briefly to his advance; outlandish clothing and cat features that would certainly make her blink anywhere other than Folkmore. She didn't pay attention long enough to realise he armed himself beforehand. In the corner as she is, he can only be coming to address her specifically. But perhaps he merely wants to listen.
So she doesn't look up. Makie barely reacts to his hand on her shoulder, still playing, though she's steering her current piece to the closest natural finish. Something must be wrong. He doesn't seem to be picking a fight.
So though she plays, she answers, voice soft and pitched to his ears.]
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So she doesn't look up. Makie barely reacts to his hand on her shoulder, still playing, though she's steering her current piece to the closest natural finish. Something must be wrong. He doesn't seem to be picking a fight.
So though she plays, she answers, voice soft and pitched to his ears.]
Is there a problem, sir?