[Captured from a small village]
The coldness doesn't come. Instead, a calm, steady voice sounds out, closer than it had been, but coming from the direction of the registration table.
"Put your hands down, miss." A few footsteps of heavy boots coming closer, cautiously. "Now, are you able to control yourself for a bit? If so, there's someone who'd like to talk to you."
He waits for an answer.