[It's the first time since Anna's been here that new people have arrived; it would seem that their arrival is far less pleasant than her own. She'd heard of people washing up on beaches, but, having arrived via a mysterious train herself, she's never witnessed it. She's in town when she hears that new arrivals are beginning to wash up; curious as ever, she decides to skip out on work to see for herself. Even though it's dark, she's already back to her former fearlessness, thanks to her newly developing monster features. People tend to give her a bit wider berth now.
Her eyes catch the light of the moon, making them glow an ominous green as she remains hidden in the shadows, her expression already painted in a defiant mask at the sight of the last person on Earth she'd wanted to show up here, looking like a drowned rat—just like the last time she saw him. Taking a deep breath, Anna steps out of the shadows. Her skin has turned a pale seafoam; her elbows and shoulders are lined with deadly-sharp spikes, her hands and feet clawed, and she's lost a few inches, to boot.]
Don't worry, Hans. I know you're not much of a threat.
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Her eyes catch the light of the moon, making them glow an ominous green as she remains hidden in the shadows, her expression already painted in a defiant mask at the sight of the last person on Earth she'd wanted to show up here, looking like a drowned rat—just like the last time she saw him. Taking a deep breath, Anna steps out of the shadows. Her skin has turned a pale seafoam; her elbows and shoulders are lined with deadly-sharp spikes, her hands and feet clawed, and she's lost a few inches, to boot.]
Don't worry, Hans. I know you're not much of a threat.