[ Having complied with the snakes' request already, Arlecchino can't exactly complain about others doing the same. And having done a bit of browsing on her tablet, she's aware that the man now pointing a gun at her is — charitably — a bit of an odd bird.
She looks at him evenly, scrutinizing him with crimson eyes. If there's any truth to the snakes' claims, it will benefit them all to let Fandaniel commit some form of crime against her. Not the crime of getting shot in the face, because she is rather attached to having a face. But something.
After a moment, she brings a plaintive hand to her chest, her posture melting into that of a feeble gentlewoman. ]
Oh, I beg of you. Anything but that.
[ The dramatic lilt to her voice is overly sweet. He did ask for drama. ]
Please, you can have my valuables, but do spare me my life.
crimes!
She looks at him evenly, scrutinizing him with crimson eyes. If there's any truth to the snakes' claims, it will benefit them all to let Fandaniel commit some form of crime against her. Not the crime of getting shot in the face, because she is rather attached to having a face. But something.
After a moment, she brings a plaintive hand to her chest, her posture melting into that of a feeble gentlewoman. ]
Oh, I beg of you. Anything but that.
[ The dramatic lilt to her voice is overly sweet. He did ask for drama. ]
Please, you can have my valuables, but do spare me my life.