[ her hands rest quietly on her narrow hips. the slash in her dress from the rogue sword swing gapes wide and reveals blue, the faint slivering of the blouse beneath in the faintest line. ]

Say what you will of her, but all this is... is a reaction to being backed into a corner - the snapping of teeth. And I'm not afraid to be bitten, so.

[ tightening her grip on the fabric. she straightens. ]

Camille. [ stepping closer. ] Camille, you can hear me, you must hear me. Okay...?