[... Some distance seems wise. She hates that it may appear as a miniature retreat, but she isn't about to crack a hoof trying to kick the thing's skull in just to be safe. Instead, she answers automatically,]
No.
[... But she actually said it before she even finished turning her head to look, and when she actually finishes the motion... there is blood on her dun rump, her hide twitching where it was rent open in thin lines by grasping claws. Thankfully for her, the wounds are shallow, and adrenaline has dulled the pain... but it creeps in upon actually seeing it.]
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No.
[... But she actually said it before she even finished turning her head to look, and when she actually finishes the motion... there is blood on her dun rump, her hide twitching where it was rent open in thin lines by grasping claws. Thankfully for her, the wounds are shallow, and adrenaline has dulled the pain... but it creeps in upon actually seeing it.]
... Slightly.
[A correction.]