Grouse Thicket And just a little too honest to believe that I am saved

OOOOOH

To not be expecting company would be foolish; she had an ear open as she ate, partial attention on any who might come to try and chase her away from what they could decide was their own meal.  But to say she was expecting Niamh would be a lie, and to say she expected a reaction like the one she got would be an even bigger one.

At first, she didn't recognize the golden girl who shouted, and her head snapped around with an intense focus on who would a) know her name and b) have reason to come at her like this.  It took a moment to register, and by the time it did, Niamh was already practically on top of her.

"What the f-" uck is your problem, was what would have come out, if she'd had time to get over her shock and actually finish the sentence.  But instead she was forced to skedaddle sideways, confusion mingling with a sharp spike of indignation that clearly showed in the glare she shot Niamh.  She didn't know what the woman's problem was, but she wasn't about to leave without a piece of that meal to take with her as she went.  Current company's mood swings nonwithstanding.