[ Well, what would any sane woman do when forced to look up at such a sight? Anne isn't the sort who is prone to superstition, she'll leave that to the Catholics, but there's no denying the giant looming over her. And how to handle it? There really is no thought other than fight or flight as she lets out a blood-curdling scream, dropping her other belongings so that she can try to yank the blade from it's sheathe. There's no give, so she just tries to smack his outstretched hand away with the scabbard while rapidly backing away, even if that means out into the rain. ]
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Keep your distance!