First Impressions

Over the disgusting smell of her surroundings, Ricochet could not detect the scent of the stranger approaching her from behind. The first sign of her presence was her voice, a pretty proud and arrogant one. With an accent, too. Christ. Ricochet rolled her mismatched eyes while her back was still turned and then stopped walking to turn and face the woman. She raised one brow. "You state the obvious," she said in the same tone of voice, pompous and with what may have been an attempt at a German accent. If it was, it was a poor attempt. "Got a problem, sweetheart?" Ricochet asked in a simple voice. Her tone did not suggest that she was in any way trying to insult the woman, even if she did so involuntarily. She just really wanted to know what the hell this lady wanted. She didn't really like how close she was standing, and the way she swiveled her ebony ears back slightly made that clear.

She waited a moment for a response and then tried to take a deep breath, and failed. She wrinkled her nose and coughed once. "Whatever it is, can it wait until we're out of this awful place?" If she wanted to lecture her, or fight her, fine. But not in this hell hole.