She did not give him her gaze. In fact the anger seemed to rise like steam. Each second he spoke she was livid. The truth of her lack of knowledge of this world burned into her but did not lessen her anger. It was only when he dared to say it. He dared to even think it.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">How could he even say such a thing.</span><br/><br/>She reared back and kicked her leg up. She chain at her ankle furling out and she brought her legs across letting the chain threaten a slice very near his cheek, should he remains where he is.<br/><br/>"I DON'T WANT TO STAY WITH HIM!" Her voice having always been the sweet soft yet mechanically twittery now sounded rough and cocophonic, as if inside her millions of nuts and bolts where being dropped down an elevator shaft.<br/><br/>Move or not she prepares to bring her hand to slap him. "I want to kill him! Don't you get it!? He made me a monster. I'm a piece of equipment! I'm a toy! I was a priestest to my village, a healer! I may never see my world or my people again!" She was most frustrated for she wanted dearly to cry but no tears ever graced her eyes. Not for centuries.