[Espy]

Paying only slight attention, Espy barely had time to jerk her head to the side to dodge the pebble, which made its course through her wispy side bangs and landed behind her. Now annoyed, she stuffed the vial back into her pocket.

"Polite, my ass. That won't help you win battles. Neither will lounging around, doing nothing." She spat out her words, the disrespect seeping through. It wasn't that she hated this stranger, but that she hated people who could afford to have both luxuries and decorum. That was linked, in her own mind, to the ruling class, something which she utterly despised.

With a slight *shlick*, one katar slid out of its cover, an unconscious result of her anger.