[Stiff, already on the defensive, Hayame forces herself to stand the full measure of her height, topping over seven feet what with her human half beginning where a horse's neck usually did, already at shoulder height for most humans. Looks him over, hard, critical, for weapons, for the measure of his strength.]
You will have no answer.
[Who was he to ask, or even care? And in a place like this, who was she to-]
no subject
You will have no answer.
[Who was he to ask, or even care? And in a place like this, who was she to-]
What do you want?