The dagger - barely more than a sharpened piece of steel - clatters to the ground in an instant, and the small female shrinks visibly under the glare.  The hood is slid down with shaky hands, revealing a the meager face of a woman barely of age (if that).  A mouse who could only be described as 'mousy' in her features, her hair short and her ears big upon her head, but currently depressed to her head in her fear that clearly showed in her big, watery green eyes.  She was tearing up clearly, all but crying and rooted to the spot...<br/><br/>"I... I'm sorry..." she squeaks out, slowly backing away a bit "I... wasn't... going to hurt you... I just wanted your coin... *sniff* please don't hurt me, please!  I won't bother you again!"