Quinta's breath hisses between her teeth when she catches sight of the girl.  Far too angry to feel anything but grim satisfaction at Hallen's stillness she strides right up  to the girl and yannk her hed back by a handful of hair as she tugs her hand axe out of her belt and flips it end over end in the air catching it by the grip neatly as her arm pulls back and she snarls "What the hell did you think was gonna happen, did you- Hallen?"<br/><br/>She snarls something in her native tongue and shoves the axe back in her belt. "If this is an act, it's a damned good one."  Quinta takes a not very gentle hold of the girls face with her hands and peers into her eyes.  "Hallen!  One hand pulls back as if to slap, Quinta darts a glance at Alfonse and steps back.  "After-battle stare.  Happens even to veterans, sometimes.  Shit."  The mercenary steps aside a couple of paces and begins scanning the area.  "I've seen it with prisoners, too  You could lop off a finger and they wouldn't notice."<br/><br/>Face flushed, snarling, her sword hand clenching and unclenching, Quinta may be too angry to be paying proper attention.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception roll of <strong>9</strong>  30564  At 2011-08-05 06:59:45, Healergirl (uid: 25515) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 9 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30564)<br/><br/>She really wan'ts to kill soemthing, probably Hallen.<br/><br/></div></div>