[ ] Hearing footsteps behind her made anxiety rush through her being, as being followed could end with a murder. Gritting her teeth, the woman felt her claws slowly growing out, hidden underneath purple sleeves as she stopped, ready to twist and attack who was behind her. "What do you want?"
Cue a squeak–
Such actions would bring resentment, hatred, the summon spirit knew of such things yet despite these his curiosity had curled like a tendril, worming its way through his mind until he could not help but to follow such a strange woman of colour. “N-nothing!”
The obvious response was quick to be continued, "I-I’m s-sorry! I’m r-really sorry! I d-don’t mean any offense!“