Bramblepoint Take a look inside my eyes

Until this moment, Bridget had been patient and pointedly cheerful. Her hackles rose, though, and her temper flared when the woman disrespected her family and her trade within a single breath. She took a step back and stared at her, then snorted. Do what you want. I won't take it. And that's probably for the best. If you're so quick to shit on it then you don't deserve a place.

Normally she could let that sort of thing roll off, but the outright double-whammy was too much. I'll finish patching you up. Then you can go make yourself someone else's problem. Clearly this bitch wasn't here to make friends and with the switch, Bridget was done trying. She needed to go get more water - and she needed a moment now, too, before she let her temper completely get the better of her.