[/html]It was obvious enough that there was no correct answer, but confrontation, as unexpected as it was, was an easy enough way to assess a personality quickly. Cassandra was distantly relieved that it seemed Vesper was more agitated with her than their discussed third party. Anger was an honest sort of emotion, even when as they both did their best to mask it with cold smiles and practiced experience, and the pallid woman realized perfectly well that she was leaving herself open too, going down that road.
She maintained her critical stare, but the hairs on her tail and the back of her neck stood on end. Sitting, her body was less tense than it might have been otherwise, but there was most certainly a primal part of her that wanted nothing more than to see which of them would come out on top in a fight. Even injured, even without her cloak and daggers. The other woman was larger than her, but most of her opponents tended to be, and that only meant that she was probably faster.
"Getting hurt is inevitable," she said, red eyes still boring into blue ones. "You're either already hurt, or you're going to be hurt, and the longer you put it off, the more it'll probably hurt." Cassandra leaned forward slightly, propping the elbow of her good arm on her knee when Vesper dropped to eye level. Her mirthless smile was gone. "Myrika is my sister," she said sharply, lips pulling back to reveal her own teeth for just a moment. "And if you hurt her, I will skin you alive."
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