Here comes Raven, swooping in to save the day with her dark aura. She expected your reaction, to gasp or scream at her. To at least widen your eyes. To be scared at her presence. But you weren’t. Huh. That was new. She appreciated how you could actually say “Thank you.” And not run away. She nodded, flustered at your reaction, “You’re welcome.” She said slowly, fumbling on her words.