She's crouching behind an empty table, hoping its cloth covers her, hoping she got out of sight fast enough.
"That's weird," murmurs Seth from where he's standing beside her, craning his neck to watch the tableau by the door. "I wouldn't've figured the boss for a Slayer-hater...." He glances down at her in mild surprise. "Are you okay? You're shaking."
And of course she is. Of course she is. Because if Erica sees her, there's no way she won't be recognized.
"The likes of me," Erica's saying with a dangerous smile, "oh boy," and seems about to say more until the hulking figure behind her raises a hand and whispers something. She subsides, and steps back a pace.
“You’ll have to forgive my bodyguard,” the Overlord says; his voice is a deep carrying rumble like an impending avalanche, but his tones are smooth and cultured. “She tends to grow a little ... overzealous when other people’s security personnel lay hands on me.”
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"That's weird," murmurs Seth from where he's standing beside her, craning his neck to watch the tableau by the door. "I wouldn't've figured the boss for a Slayer-hater...." He glances down at her in mild surprise. "Are you okay? You're shaking."
And of course she is. Of course she is. Because if Erica sees her, there's no way she won't be recognized.
"The likes of me," Erica's saying with a dangerous smile, "oh boy," and seems about to say more until the hulking figure behind her raises a hand and whispers something. She subsides, and steps back a pace.
“You’ll have to forgive my bodyguard,” the Overlord says; his voice is a deep carrying rumble like an impending avalanche, but his tones are smooth and cultured. “She tends to grow a little ... overzealous when other people’s security personnel lay hands on me.”