[He quirks an eyebrow at that - it is off, the way she reacts. It's too...rehearsed. Maybe that's not the word. It's like seeing a computer that's loading up an answer to a question, and it certainly makes him wary. He may be millions of years old (or rather, half of him is) and he's likely not to back down before anyone, but still, the fact that he doesn't know what it all means unnerves him, slightly.]
Well, maybe...let's start with you. [He says with a frustrated gesture.] Who are you?
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Well, maybe...let's start with you. [He says with a frustrated gesture.] Who are you?