It's so sudden and unexpected. Sharon stumbles back and instinctively moves into a fighting stance, arms close, ready to throw down before her brain catches up and her arms drop, "Fuck you. Again." Her laugh is a release of adrenaline. Woo. Her heart has had a workout today.

"You're a showoff is what you are." And she is suitably impressed. He either teleported (totally possible) or he's capable of moving so fast she can't see it (also very fucking possible—being a human sucks sometimes). That didn't clue her in on what he was, though.

"So," she shrugs her shoulders, tone insistent as she looks him over. If she didn't know any better, she'd say he might be a little anxious, "You gonna tell me or do I have to guess?"

Is this also a game and is she already losing?