"Shit," she muttered.
Not hesitating to curl her right hand into a tight fist and then swung as hard as she could. Her fists connected with the person's jaw, producing a loud shriek that echoed through the room.
The white faced figure stumbled backward, muttering a few words that sounded like curses to Anning. Although she couldn't quite catch anything.
She stared down at her fist with a frown. She had expected it to meet something solid. Instead, it felt strangely soft, like punching a cloud.
Anning shook her hand, a small groan escaping her lips as she ran her fingers through her silver hair.
"I find it incredibly rude to sneak into someone's room without letting them know." She said, her voice sharp with leftover adrenaline.
"Considering how you look, I might pardon you. Why? You might wonder. Well that is because you are either mentally deranged or possessed."
The white faced person snorted, running her jaw with one hand while placing the other hand on her hip.
