no subject

[It's a challenge she'd be willing to take on if it didn't seem like he was just going to gloss right over that. She already has an issue with people in personal space. Every time someone touches her. Every time she has to reach out and touch someone else. It's always the same. As if they might somehow pass through an invisible barrier that isn't actually there in the physical sense, but merely metaphorical in nature.

She settles back on one foot.]

Stay where you are.

[Beatrix shakes her head, drawing her gaze aside.]

I will do as you ask, but I do not want you looking at me.

[She understands how heavy armour works. This is not her regular apparel and she needs time to assess exactly what she's got on under it.]