Sleepy Fox Hollow The way she goes, Bubs

She chuckled almost good-naturedly and shrugged her shoulders up to her earlobes. Being called prickly was practically a compliment, even if it wasn't intended as one. She rarely got the opportunity to be so snippy with anyone anymore- her brothers had always treated her as if she was a precious piece of sea glass. The last time she had been able to freely be sassy with someone her own age was before Quennell, Swordfish and Stingray had left the pack. She didn't realize how much she missed that retort until-

- wait did he just called her fat as an insult???

She was more offended by being called a 'chick,' as she felt she was thoroughly more complex than whatever being a 'chick' implied, but the comment on her weight caused her to blink in a momentary reveal. She sized him up with another brief, glance. Etienne could do better than this judgemental asshole. While her lips did not lose their smile, her eyes did. She waited for him to answer his own question, benefitting from the moment of silence in order to restrain herself. She drew in a breath, as if to diffuse the tension, and then swiftly pulled the key on the same grenade he'd tried to toss at her.

"Vhat's a skinny, loner boy vant wid 'im now dat 'e is all 'ealed up, hmm?" She'd attempted his accent, but transitioned back into her own by the end of the sentence. She leaned forward, and her expression became more stern. Her next question came slow, and in a lowered voice. "You are not taking advantage of my brot'er's kindness, are you?"