Meadowlark Prairie have you seen the blossoms?

Вы павінны быць жартуеш, Zhenya thinks to herself as she begins to brace for battle. What could have been a simple fix is quickly proving otherwise, though she has no complaints. Blood is blood, no matter how it is drawn, after all. Mind getting up and fucking off? Her tone is harsh as she curses at the boy, refusing to share her name. A final snarl of defiance crosses her maw as she gives a threatening lunge forward before turning to walk only a few yards away.