[ The fucking thing touched her hair.

It's beautiful hair she has, really: brighter red than it is ginger, an unusual shade even among red hair. But it's her hair, and no one touches it but Vi—and certainly not with the disgusting thing it's used to grab onto the end of her ponytail, pulled back and tied skull-tight of her head. The moment she feels a tug on her head Vi yells, loud and ear-shattering and furious, and she's ripped the tongue out of the smoker with her bare hands and not even a touch of her Talent. ]

Fuck you!

[ Hu wouldn't even have left the letter knife.

It's almost insulting how juvenile it is, and Vi considers simply letting herself be insulted by it and waiting it out until the other person in the room—whose figure she only spares the barest, most bored of glances—deal with it instead. It's disgusting, of course—that's entirely the point—but it's sloppy. It's messy. And the corpse is even already dead for their convenience. ]

It's like they think we don't know anything.

[ She grumbles, once more checking herself for her missing weapons. None, not even the knife she keeps tucked just beneath her breasts under her wetboy grays. That's irritating, but it isn't world-shaking.

Vi looks at the other person again and tries to discern who they are. Male? Female? Perhaps they know something. Perhaps they're the one who's just trying to test her. Well, and that would be stupid. She'd take off her shirt and she'd be sure to have them falling over themselves and letting her out in barely an instant. Nyssos, though, how inconvenient was it that she couldn't see in this fucking light? She'd have to use her Talent to sharpen her vision.

Casually, Vi speaks. ]

So what do you think? It'll really work if we do it, or someone's just fucking with us?