[Annie looks up and notes the sword first--she'd have to use a throwing knife, she thinks absently, he's built and armed like a Career, if she had brought her almost done net she could--
Bad thoughts. Games thoughts. Annie shook them off with a shudder like an animal flickering off a fly and stood up. She wasn't going to have to fight him.]
You can just call me Annie, if you like. I don't mind.
I like your sword.
[Not innuendo. She rises and keeps smiling, a little dreamy looking.]
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Bad thoughts. Games thoughts. Annie shook them off with a shudder like an animal flickering off a fly and stood up. She wasn't going to have to fight him.]
You can just call me Annie, if you like. I don't mind.
I like your sword.
[Not innuendo. She rises and keeps smiling, a little dreamy looking.]
Thank you for coming. I'm not really a gardener.