[There's already a frown pulling at her lips the moment he says the word 'feel'. The following words, of course, do absolutely nothing to alleviate the growing sense of dread creeping up her spine. Startled though she is by the feeling of her body standing of its own accord, she stays silent, eyes slightly wider.]
[Her eyebrows move toward each other a little more at each sentence, and she looks as though she feels a bit ill. She's not surprised that he's demanding she keep her mouth shut, not really, and not surprised by the rest of it, either, but hearing it isn't the same thing as anticipating it. Just how much more will he tell her to do, besides stay quiet about this? But really, there's no use in worrying about it. She leans back slightly to keep her eyes on him as he looms over her - and it's not a hard thing to do, though it's still intimidating.]
[And what can she do but nod? So she does, frown still firmly in place. Yeah, she's got it.]
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[Her eyebrows move toward each other a little more at each sentence, and she looks as though she feels a bit ill. She's not surprised that he's demanding she keep her mouth shut, not really, and not surprised by the rest of it, either, but hearing it isn't the same thing as anticipating it. Just how much more will he tell her to do, besides stay quiet about this? But really, there's no use in worrying about it. She leans back slightly to keep her eyes on him as he looms over her - and it's not a hard thing to do, though it's still intimidating.]
[And what can she do but nod? So she does, frown still firmly in place. Yeah, she's got it.]