[For all that he was talking to a statue, Hubert was the one holding as still as one. He doesn't respond for a long moment, clearly picking apart this... woman's? Construct's? Words backwards and forwards, evaluating her danger against her information.]
[But he does eventually lower the lance.]
Hubert.
[But he's still wound like a spring. Post-battle adrenaline and disorientation adrenaline really don't do paranoia any favors.]
no subject
[But he does eventually lower the lance.]
Hubert.
[But he's still wound like a spring. Post-battle adrenaline and disorientation adrenaline really don't do paranoia any favors.]
Suddenly here? [Wherever here was.]