"...I beg your pardon?" Two words, those two words have the tipsy lassitude of her earlier lounging fizzle away like mist before the sun, tension locking up her spine and jaw as she jerks herself upright to stare at him. He's always had expressive eyes, did Klaus, all the more so when he was younger. Seeing him at this age and so...muted. So flat, the deadpan thousand-yard stare of someone that knows horrible things?
Didn't suit him. It isn't something she'd ever expected to see on any of her siblings, let alone Klaus. "Who am I murdering?" It's knee jerk and immediate, for all her casual contempt of the Academy, her disgust of Reginald- her siblings she cares for in her own abrasive way. Such as rolling to her feet, dagger flowing into life in one hand, eyes flitting behind Klaus like someone else was watching and waiting or would provide answers. Either would be appropriate.
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Didn't suit him. It isn't something she'd ever expected to see on any of her siblings, let alone Klaus. "Who am I murdering?" It's knee jerk and immediate, for all her casual contempt of the Academy, her disgust of Reginald- her siblings she cares for in her own abrasive way. Such as rolling to her feet, dagger flowing into life in one hand, eyes flitting behind Klaus like someone else was watching and waiting or would provide answers. Either would be appropriate.