[She looks at the hand for a moment. Her mind tries to battle between the dream of this place and the nightmare back home. It's hard to tell, with the sunglasses obscuring her eyes, but she feels as if she is in a daze.]
[Her thin fingers (those of a killer) reach out—tips touching the skin of Fela's palm. For something that feels so dream-like, she knows this is real. The woman's hand beneath her own is nothing but a human's, the warmth of the sun and coolness of the water feels far to real to be a dream. She can feel the hairs on the back of her neck standing up.]
Overstepped how. [It's presented as a statement, rather than a question.]
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[Her thin fingers (those of a killer) reach out—tips touching the skin of Fela's palm. For something that feels so dream-like, she knows this is real. The woman's hand beneath her own is nothing but a human's, the warmth of the sun and coolness of the water feels far to real to be a dream. She can feel the hairs on the back of her neck standing up.]
Overstepped how. [It's presented as a statement, rather than a question.]