[ Her daemon comes to a skidding halt before she does, moving the most comically way to climb up her shoulder and try to hide under her hair but she's more focused on Barclay. Her eyes widen at the site of him, at finally finding him and just as she's about to call out his name, his words register and her eyes dart over to--
Holy shit. Is that a fucking buffalo? It looks pissed off.
She has the good sense, at least, to stop in her tracks. And she's watched enough Animal Planet (before it was all reality tv trash) to know that running from an animal is a bad idea about 95% of the time.
She holds up her hands, taking a very slow step backward, giving herself a little distance. She doesn't make eye contact with the thing, although she's tempted to, instead looking at Barclay, her relief upon finding him having been immediately replaced with careful alarm.]
Nice, buffalo, sweet buffalo-- [ she murmurs at the thing, keeping her hands up, palms out as if the thing is some dude with a gun and not some grunting animal that would easily gore her to death, hands up or no. ]
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Holy shit. Is that a fucking buffalo? It looks pissed off.
She has the good sense, at least, to stop in her tracks. And she's watched enough Animal Planet (before it was all reality tv trash) to know that running from an animal is a bad idea about 95% of the time.
She holds up her hands, taking a very slow step backward, giving herself a little distance. She doesn't make eye contact with the thing, although she's tempted to, instead looking at Barclay, her relief upon finding him having been immediately replaced with careful alarm.]
Nice, buffalo, sweet buffalo-- [ she murmurs at the thing, keeping her hands up, palms out as if the thing is some dude with a gun and not some grunting animal that would easily gore her to death, hands up or no. ]