[She could, theoretically, squeeze her legs and thighs strongly enough to remove the head from the shoulders it is attached to, but before she can contemplate more vicious imagery of impending murder, she looks up to catch the stare of the owl-guard.
...which one is pissing her off more?]
What the fuck is that? [She's asking herself more than him.]
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...which one is pissing her off more?]
What the fuck is that? [She's asking herself more than him.]