Barrow Fields Karma keeps me cautious and bourbon keeps me brave

brilliance huffs when the woman retorts and she straightens up her shoulders. “no, i didn’t,” she insists with the verbal tone of an oh no you didn’ head swivel. “i said don’t come any closer. you’re a stranger. strangers are dangers,” she adds, certain she’d been taught this at some point in her life. or maybe she likes the rhyme and the logical just happens to be sound. whatever.
 
but then solomon barrels in like she always does and she huffs in displeasure, as if she’s ruining whatever is happening here and not her poor attitude.