JElusive
The Littlest Badass
Jane looked up. The man was young, possibly in his late twenties, and his glasses shown in fear. However, compared to the ballerina, he looked perfectly fine...to the naked eye. She slowly stood, doing her best not to tremble when the ballet dancer caught her elbow to help support her (she could feel the tiny stitches on Mishka's fingers digging into her skin) and faced the tall young man. "Who are you? Where am I? Will someone please tell me what's going on!?"