"You seem to be lost" he repeated seeing she had not given him any answers.
Of course he knew she was lost but it would not hurt to beat around the bush once in a while.
Fionna brought herself, out of fear of the man's nature and undoubtedly killing spirits, to look him in the eyes.
From what she knew, growing up that is, some people find it disrespectful when not looked upon while they direct their words towards you.
Disrespectful could likewise lead to a provoked and equally angered person... She did not like the sound of any.
She spoke, not instantly, but after a while of brow furrowing gestures and pucked lips as though trying to conceal secrets from someone.
"Where exactly am I? What happened after I fainted?... Who are you?" She huffed out of tension. She had so many questions
