The bus was crowded to the brim during the rush hour for work, and even at the back of the vehicle, scarcely any space could be found. The diminutive Sherry was squeezed in the midst of the crowd, neck shrunk, too frightened to move, resembling a pitiable little animal.
If Duncan hadn't personally witnessed how she swung a dog to knock over a room full of heretics, he would have truly believed this girl was "harmless to humans and animals."
He slowly squeezed his way to Sherry's side; his large adult body carved out a slightly more spacious corner for the girl and left a gap conducive for conversation. Duncan keenly noticed that Sherry's body was trembling slightly—she was very nervous, even to the point of fear.
"What are you afraid of?" He glanced at Sherry, "I'm not going to swallow you whole."
Sherry grimaced, "You... you prefer to eat cooked?".
Duncan: "..."