Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20160410063922/@comment-5456040-20160410072027

"Little girl?" She raised a brow, her expression extremely amused with a hint of building anger. As soon as he removes the blunt from his mouth, she plucks it out of his hands and pulls out her own hunting knife. Using it to tear the small object, she then drops it on the ground and stomps out the smoke whilst rendering it useless to the group. "I'm not perfect, but at least I'm better off than you low lives. None of you look much older than me, but I believe that you wouldn't want to see me again either." She points the knife towards the quoll before walking off with her school supplies.