<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">When the hand touches hers she sighs softly and slowly opens her eyes to look at 'her' face. A glimmer of a smile plays at her lips.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">"Forgive me, please. I was...so rude just running out like that." She turned her body slowly so that she could look at her new friend and laid a hand upon the one already holding hers. </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">"It has been..ages since any violence has come across my path. We are conditioned to react with our rage." She shakes her head knowing that this is something that she will probably never be able to explain.  "Our rage is what gives us our power in a fight. It makes us stronger, more agile and very very dangerous. That is what I meant when I said I could take care of myself should trouble break out." She paused there and took a deep breath looking out at the snow.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">"The rage took me, and I had to be free of it before I...hurt someone." The smile slipped from her lips and a sigh fell in its place.</span>