A woman's low, soft voice, from somewhere off to Katniss's side; the woman it belongs to is tall, slim, with white skin and long white hair, wearing a dress just as pale and a cowl over her hair. Stahma pauses a few feet from the girl, her hand resting on the back of a nearby chair; the gesture reads like hesitation, and well it might be. She's not unaware that Katniss is armed.
"I am sorry if I startled you. You're new here, are you not?"
Her speech may sound a little formal, and touched with a slight hint of an unusual accent that's hard to place. She watches Katniss with a curious look, perhaps slightly uncertain, but there's nothing in her manner that suggests threat.
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A woman's low, soft voice, from somewhere off to Katniss's side; the woman it belongs to is tall, slim, with white skin and long white hair, wearing a dress just as pale and a cowl over her hair. Stahma pauses a few feet from the girl, her hand resting on the back of a nearby chair; the gesture reads like hesitation, and well it might be. She's not unaware that Katniss is armed.
"I am sorry if I startled you. You're new here, are you not?"
Her speech may sound a little formal, and touched with a slight hint of an unusual accent that's hard to place. She watches Katniss with a curious look, perhaps slightly uncertain, but there's nothing in her manner that suggests threat.