[For a flying girl from a world of aliens, time travel, and gods, the sudden growling seems to startle Rose...probably way more than it should. She practically jumps out of her skin, whirling to face the threat and making an odd gesture with one hand--
But nothing comes of it, because her sylladex doesn't work here and the Quills of Echidna are tucked neatly in her bag rather than her strife specibus. Which is good, because it's just an ordinary dog growling at her, and Rose imagines the woman trying to calm it would have been a bit distressed if she'd blasted a hole in her dog.
Rose forces herself to relax, adopting an easier stance and plastering on a faint smile that doesn't reach her eyes.]
Ah...that's quite alright. It's my fault for surprising him, I suppose.
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But nothing comes of it, because her sylladex doesn't work here and the Quills of Echidna are tucked neatly in her bag rather than her strife specibus. Which is good, because it's just an ordinary dog growling at her, and Rose imagines the woman trying to calm it would have been a bit distressed if she'd blasted a hole in her dog.
Rose forces herself to relax, adopting an easier stance and plastering on a faint smile that doesn't reach her eyes.]
Ah...that's quite alright. It's my fault for surprising him, I suppose.