[At that, she accidentally limps and fumbles into another chair, the sound of it clattering to the floor far too loud. She doesn't step over it but rather, starts moving away from the table.
She has no idea how much space is in this place, if there's another room she can run to, or if this cottage is as small on the inside as it looked on the outside, but she isn't going to dare risk turning her back to him in here.
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She has no idea how much space is in this place, if there's another room she can run to, or if this cottage is as small on the inside as it looked on the outside, but she isn't going to dare risk turning her back to him in here.
Not yet, anyway.]
Yeah? ... Like what? Could be that I can help.
[Just keep him talking.]