She presses her lips together in a thin, unhappy line.
"You're expecting me to take an awful lot on faith here, O Shadowy Creepy Guy on a Rickety Bridge. You've asked me to murder people -things, but I don't know who or what or why. You haven't even shown your face. How can I trust you?"
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"You're expecting me to take an awful lot on faith here, O Shadowy Creepy Guy on a Rickety Bridge. You've asked me to murder people -things, but I don't know who or what or why. You haven't even shown your face. How can I trust you?"