[A hunter at heart with a proclivity for quiet, deadly strikes: either he was a contract killer dragged into this world as a Meta-Human, or he was something else entirely. Since the moment he sat down across from her he had quite pointedly resembled a cornered animal and the telltale prickle at her nape would have suggested something just as out of the ordinary as she.]
I bet you do.
[His unease, which appeared to manifest itself as shiftiness, now seemed more along the lines of a firm vigilance. She rested her chin in one hand and pursed her lips in thought, carefully clambering out on a limb. Evelyn's smile could almost be misconstrued as teasing.]
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I bet you do.
[His unease, which appeared to manifest itself as shiftiness, now seemed more along the lines of a firm vigilance. She rested her chin in one hand and pursed her lips in thought, carefully clambering out on a limb. Evelyn's smile could almost be misconstrued as teasing.]
So what kind of predator are you?