[ She didn't hear the creaking of the door as he entered, too lost in her own thoughts, but she did hear his footsteps before she heard his words. The fruit got set down and her grip on the knife adjusted automatically. She straightened, bristling, bringing it up in a defensive, ready-to-fight gesture and --
Oh. Spike. Her demeanor loosened, but not entirely. She still couldn't quell the instinctive icky feeling he inspired, or disregard the fact that his presence just naturally brought out a fight response, but she had no reason for it. She lowered the knife back to the counter, awkward, finding her words. ]
Wasn't expecting to be here. [ It's a vague non-answer, but there you go. ]
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Oh. Spike. Her demeanor loosened, but not entirely. She still couldn't quell the instinctive icky feeling he inspired, or disregard the fact that his presence just naturally brought out a fight response, but she had no reason for it. She lowered the knife back to the counter, awkward, finding her words. ]
Wasn't expecting to be here. [ It's a vague non-answer, but there you go. ]