[Laura scrambles backward, leaping back up onto her feet. Her little chest is huffing, and she looks ready to — well, to kill something. Her hands are white-knuckled and held out, and she feels the tendons in her arms flexing, trying to tell her to protect herself, to use her power, to fight anything that comes at her right now —
Her dark eyes snap back into startled confusion, and she looks at Dutch with owlish eyes.
Oh.
She looks down, slowly peeling her hands back open.]
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Her dark eyes snap back into startled confusion, and she looks at Dutch with owlish eyes.
Oh.
She looks down, slowly peeling her hands back open.]