[ She is noticing the little figurines; here, there, and then another. Her Insight has been quite mercifully muffled by this place, but how exactly does one completely remove intuition? She can feel it prickling ever so faintly, like a small static shock repeating on the back of her neck. She tenses as someone moves to pick up one of the figures, ]
Don't touch that. Leave it be.
[ She gently puts out her arm and actually moves the other person back from it. She's deadly serious. ]
SUBSTORY #4: Haniwhat?
Don't touch that. Leave it be.
[ She gently puts out her arm and actually moves the other person back from it. She's deadly serious. ]