"Now who is this little lady?" The green-eyed man grinned as he put his hands in his pockets.
“Hm?” She had a guest! A guest with the kinda smile that would’ve made Lewis Carrol afraid to write about.
Huh.
“Is ‘little’ really the right word if you’re shorter than me?”
She couldn’t help but draw her legs in at the comment. That took…a very unpleasant turn very fast. Willow laughed nervously. “That’s a, uh, nice joke. Yes.”
Sure, Maybe this visitor was standing in the only real exit to her camp, but the walls needed fixing, and the sledgehammer Willow just put back in the proper chest could take it down easy just in case, right? Burning them would work of course, too.
“…What’s your name, mister?”
Wallace cocked his head, glaring at her. This woman's voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard to his ears.
His lips curled into an annoyed grimace.
"Wallace." was his growled response. He could feel his fingers itching to wrap around this woman's throat.