It made her feel better, strangely.
Slightly calmer, her words measured, she called out, “I’m going to ask you again. Who the fuck are you?”
I’m sorry, I think she would’ve answered by now if she could.
“Siberian,” the woman spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. Barely audible.
…oh hey. She could. Never mind!
So does she normally not speak by choice, or does she have trouble actually putting the words together, with spoken human language being difficult for her in similar ways to how human body language and social subtleties are difficult for Rachel?
“What the hell are you doing here? This is my territory.”
“I’ll leave soon. I just wanted to talk.” Again, the whisper.
Hm.
I guess she was watching the whole situation with Rachel, the now blind and broken-legged man and the other residents of the building he was shooting from. Witnessing Rachel’s actions might’ve caused her to recognize something of herself.
…
Y’know, the Slaughterhouse Nine are allegedly down a member. Maybe she’s recruiting.
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