[ If a Dusk could shriek, it would do so right now. As it is Xion goes dead still for an instant then bristles wildly, her "hood" unzipping in a sudden burst (and silent hiss) as she darts backwards and away, though she never stops facing him. She keeps her clawed hands out in front of her and her body low to the ground, not attacking, but very much on guard.
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... of all the people to run into ... ]