The hair might have stood up on the back of her neck, bristling at the condescending touch, but watching her it would be difficult to see any reaction at all.<br/><br/>She shrugged,<strong> "I must have got The Reaver's attention someway. Maybe I twisted someone's head just right. Who's to say?"<br/><br/>"You can call me Masina. What will you be wantin' to be called?"</strong><br/>