[She looks at Willow, because ultimately Willow calls the shots here in her house. She's still tense as anything and her hand is actually hovering around where her dagger is sheathed.
(How did nobody notice? How long has he been like this? How many people has he killed and eaten?)
Unimportant. Instead she just raises an eyebrow at Ozpin expectantly, waiting for him to answer Willow's question.]
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[She looks at Willow, because ultimately Willow calls the shots here in her house. She's still tense as anything and her hand is actually hovering around where her dagger is sheathed.
(How did nobody notice? How long has he been like this? How many people has he killed and eaten?)
Unimportant. Instead she just raises an eyebrow at Ozpin expectantly, waiting for him to answer Willow's question.]