<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Never had she come across someone so persistent! His decision to follow her around the corner had slender frame tensing all the more, dainty fingers curling into her sides to dig nails through the black shirt and into her skin. It was that slight pain - not enough to calm her down completely - that helped her draw in a full breath, long lashes lowering halfway over her eyes for a brief moment while she tried to center herself. <br/><br/>She didn’t miss that faint note in his voice when he quickly added the comment about not wanting him around either and it had her back teeth grinding. She wasn’t rude - she was always the quiet, polite one who never uttered a word in protest. Never caused waves. The one who tended to be overlooked, ignored, walked all over and nice to the point of fault. His words put her on the spot and forced her to slow to a stop and turn around, a hard swallow given.<br/><br/>“I am for coffee going now, you can come if you vish, ja?” That was not where she had been going, but she wasn’t going to tell him that her original destination had been the sanctuary of her room. That one sentence had made her feel that he was just as isolated as she was though his was not by choice.<br/><br/>It was his comment about how poltergeists were normally angry that had her pale expression going still before thin shoulders shrugged gently. Oh, she had her anger, plenty of it to draw upon for missions - a veritable endless ocean of anger. Her problem tended to be that she had too much of it internalized with no method to let it out beyond projecting - hence the little painful ways she had to ease things when it became too much. “I have vays of dea-ling vith my anger. Use lots vhen pro-jec-ting.” That was the godsend for her, the biggest thing to keep her feeling somewhat sane. If not for that, well, she didn’t want to think about it.</span></span></div>