Call me whatever you will. I'm simply glad we see eye to eye on this.

[ it's only when the two at the front start to back away that she allows herself to unwind. she sighs, more exasperated than relieved; she dusts her skirt with her left hand, making sure her presentation is acceptable for the outside world. it'd be an almost human gesture if it weren't for the present circumstances. the man's grip tightens on the axe's handle; he hisses something out-

"foul creatures, laying waste to our city-"

without hesitation, satoko's aim shifts to the left, squarely and surely pointing at one of his little henchlings' heads. her finger curls at the trigger, stopping just a hair shy of pulling, and she says- ]

I've made myself clear already, and I don't intend to repeat myself.

[ the man draws back- wavers in his convictions, for a moment- and finally spits at the ground in front of her. and then he turns, leaving with the others.

satoko doesn't turn away from them. her aim stays fixed and true. and when the bachelor begins to draw nearer, she speaks clearly and cruelly without even bothering to look at him- ]

And you? Are you here to clean the city up as well? [ an easy enough assumption, especially with how these weeks have been going. her jaw clenches. ] I'm really, truly not in the mood to play games. If you're here to pick a fight, just say it now so we can get this over with.