In normal, non-infuriating circumstances Sabine wasn't exactly what one would call a nice person. Make her angry, catch her in a weak moment, and she devolved further, morphing into a positively vicious bitch. It was a mantle she wore with no small amount of pride. If she was going to be a bitch she may as well be the best bitch that ever dared bitch, right? Right. So when a voice rang out from above and gave her directions - as if she needed them! - Sabine snapped. With fury accentuating every feature, she spun with a snarl to face the direction the voice had come from. An angry sneer curled her lips as she spat the words, "Who asked you?" The last thing she needed was charity. If the bastard knew what was best he'd zip his lips and mind his own business.
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