"Settled?" asked Staxius seeing a relieved face.
"Y-yeah," her breathing stable and mind focused, "-why are you staring me so harshly?"
"Harshly?" shaking the head to move close to the window, "-what you call harshly is my resting face."
"Really?" scurried behind, they stared out the same window onto the street below. Silent and lesser movement compared to any other day; the incident had many o' folks intrigued. A crowd, not exceeding about twenty-people, went to and fro. The front line would leave to allow others to have a peak and gossip. Well organized in a moment of crisis.
"I guess so," he sighed, "-could you explain the reason for thy outburst?"
