Liliana was pointedly aware of the increased stares and comments as she walked. In the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but remember that some of these people had watched her kill someone and even more of them had seen a man ritualistically strung-up between trees, but a simple, medicinal nipple-torque still got a reaction. Strange people.<br/><br/>She had originally headed for Rock Hammer, but as her eyes landed on his face, the idea suddenly seemed less solid. His expression actually slowed her step, and though she let her empty stare linger for a few moments on his obvious unease, she didn’t actually break stride. Liliana’s smooth steps took her all the way back down the hallway, her gaze just perceptive enough to keep her from walking into walls as it turned inward.<br/><br/>A pang of dull, almost nonexistent emotion pulsed through her chest with her next heartbeat; she hadn’t thought such a small infliction of pain (for purely medicinal purposes) would be enough to make him that uneasy. She was well aware that the idea that literally<span style="font-style: italic">anything</span>a person like her could do to someone like him being any kind of uncomfortable was ludicrous to the casual observer, but she had seen him rescue a piglet, murmur to himself about children’s stories, and be in the trenches of internal emotional distress all within the span of a few days; there was some sensitivity beneath the brawn and rotting meat. It had been a long time since she’d doubted herself based on someone else; no sense in starting now. In an instant, the renegade emotion was reset into her customary blank state.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, another had been hovering around the periphery. Her fingertips… tingled. The ones that had just twisted a fairly sensitive area on another person. This time she stopped, leaning against the wall near the bar area of the main common room. Flat brows tilted downward and her offending fingers twitched. This feeling was considerably different, and she wasn’t sure she recognized it the way she had the one brought on by Rock Hammer’s expression. Darren’s distressed shrieks, the look on his face as she torqued his chest… the tiniest, dullest rush of something almost adrenaline-like shot upward from her boots. If he were ever to drink a lot of neurotoxin again… she wouldn’t be against lending a hand.