Meadowlark Prairie have you seen the blossoms?

Zhenya takes a deep breath [speaking to the insolent serves as quite the task] as she watches the other lift to his paws as well. Perhaps if I was a child, she begins, then a bit of worry from a lone stranger would be appreciated. But considering I am an adult who is working to set a claim, I find your worry to be quite demeaning. Do you not believe that I am capable of taking care of myself without you questioning me every step of the way? We do not know one another and therefore, you have no right to pry into my private life and activities in the name of worry. This set of words rolls from her tongue with such a cool ease that she herself forgets her defenses for a fraction of a second before recomposing her previous posture.