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Snarky, eh? Queenie's lips quirked up into a crooked grin while she formulated her response. Clearly not enough to do what it was supposed to. You know borders are pissed marked, d'you like crossing those, too? She could've continued with quips, the two of them going back and forth, but it didn't seem like Kratha was interested.

You didn't really invade, she sighed, licking her chops with a wide yawn, You should be more mindful of how you approach folks, though. Someone else might not be so forgiving. And what the hell was up with Queenie to where she was? It didn't suit her, this persona; she'd have to tighten her ship.

Straightening up, she looked down her snout to where Kratha stood. Be careful. There's a lot of idiots around here.