Her stroll paused, for a moment, taking in his words. She looked down. "No," she said at first. "But it makes sense that at least this part of the cemetery would garner fewer visitors," she said, hinting at the idea of not running into someone around this side at the very least. She started off again, his tone was not welcoming at the least, her suspicions of him—rising.
Once again, she paused, twirling around to face him once more. She stared at him. It had been a long while since she ran into someone brash and confrontational. She stared long before shaking her head lightly with a soft smirk. "Maybe," she replied before scoffing out a smile, "But logically, maybe I just wanted to be sure I'd be alone or uninterrupted," she added. "How can I blame anyone when they run into people...with a tone and attitude like you," she said defensively finally. She swallowed, her mask of confidence slightly breaking as she looked him over once more before turning again.
She began to quickly hurry away. No, he was definitely up to no good. If he wasn't, he wouldn't have been so venomous; then again, perhaps he wasn't a people person. She wasn't exactly either, but she knew enough to know how to disarm them to get them to leave her alone. She walked passed the tall grass that brushed around her skirt like an odd warning. Though she wanted to leave, she didn't trust the stranger. She made it out of the iron gates of Christchurch Cemetery, and it was near dark. She sighed relieved, knowing she got away. She took a few steps before her eyes widened, her nerves rising. "Oscar," she breathed out, turning once more. She stared back out at the cemetery. Twilight, overcoming the horizon, stars lightly twinkling. She swallowed bitterly.
A small breeze blew. She didn't want to go back in there, risking running into the crude stranger. Though at the same time, what if he was still around? What if he sees it? Her leg shook nervously, frustration rising. She closed her eyes; it was a risk she was willing to take. She doubted he wanted to be on that side of the cemetery in the first place.
Suddenly, the small bear that was leaning lifeless sprang up and immediately started running towards its master. Its small feet were practically silent against the ground, but only when it ventured through the tall grass was anything noticed. He was quick as he rushed across the cemetery towards the gates. Ophelia smiled brightly as she bent down as the bears arms rose to be picked up. She picked up the small bear and hugged it before turning back around, heading to her vehicle.