[Hornet growls a little, then with a sharp tug at the air her needle retreats to her hand.]
"I did not hit you. Be glad."
[She jumps a little at the appearance of the beast. Her needle lashes out again, this time in a more defensive position. A figment of the dream? She thinks she's seen the boy somewhere before, but that does not mean much.]
[She hisses.]
"Do not— do not think to sneak up on me. My aim may not be so prudent next time."
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"I did not hit you. Be glad."
[She jumps a little at the appearance of the beast. Her needle lashes out again, this time in a more defensive position. A figment of the dream? She thinks she's seen the boy somewhere before, but that does not mean much.]
[She hisses.]
"Do not— do not think to sneak up on me. My aim may not be so prudent next time."