[Clear neither likes nor hates it here. Clear feels thoroughly neutral about this island paradise, and she has absolutely no idea why. There's a frustrating hole in her understanding of her own emotions. It shouldn't be there. She knows that much.]
[She's not any more frightened of or irritated by the squid . . . thing than she is by anything else here, at least. If anything, she's curious, approaching it but not too quickly or too close.]
[Then someone's using exclamation points at her. She jumps away from the encroaching hand like a startled cat, shooting its owner a glare.]
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[She's not any more frightened of or irritated by the squid . . . thing than she is by anything else here, at least. If anything, she's curious, approaching it but not too quickly or too close.]
[Then someone's using exclamation points at her. She jumps away from the encroaching hand like a startled cat, shooting its owner a glare.]
What? Why?