Barrow Fields these are the last blues we're ever gonna have.

She freezes up when he speaks back to her, underhandedly calling her names. Nox growls and spins around, facing him. Who did he think he is? That he’s someone better than she is? Oh, ho, ho.  She wanted to rip the look right off his face, leave him unrecognizable to those he loves. “Prove it, then, if yer not such an idiot,” she slurs with narrow eyes. She doesn’t get any closer but she does watch his movements, only so often glancing off to see the second bird dive down and land several yards off to the right.