*isnt fooled by her calm tone. a special seventh sense allows Quincy to tell how angry she is. also, her eyes looked like death. His general composure was terrified, he was only 14, and was still recovering from a shocking uncovery of his past. he trembled as he stumbled backward* A-actually... i-its n-not fine... i can see it in your eyes.. *he tripped backward, hitting his shoulder on a rock. he curled up on the ground with his knees to his chest and tucked his head into his knees. Irina could hear something almost like... crying? or possibly wheezing. hard to tell with non-human entities* p-please dont hurt me... *that last part trailed off quietly*