Reed could hear the person, male by the sound of the voice, before he stepped into her path. The resonance of his tone placed him taller than herself, and his voice sounded young in a slightly grown up way.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Maybe about twentyâ€¦</span><br/>She could hear his hands slide into a pouch or pocket. She was better with a bow, but decided to keep tabs on her kill. She made sure her right hand had a clear shot at her short sword if he turned out to be nasty.  Reed felt her jaw and small body tighten when his words came.<br/>â€œWho are you calling a little girl, boy?â€ Her mouth quipped along with her defiant speech. She hoped he couldnâ€™t catch her frightened undertone.