Zora eyes the man wearily, adults always gave her the most trouble. She does however lower her knife a bit, still in her hand, still open, but no longer pointing at him.
She shakes her head, speaking as little as possible "...no kill..." She didn't really want to hurt anyone, she just wanted to live how she wanted... but adults never cared for that idea. She stands up, grabbing her faded backpack, empty as it was. She eyes the driver nervously, She points with the knife at the man's feet then over to the side "MOVE." She lowers the knife to her side again, but stays armed with it. She had to get by the man to leave, this attempt was a bust.
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