First Impressions
After this, she started to turn and walk away, but the lady was already a step ahead of her. She complained of the headache the smell was giving her and beckoned Ricochet to follow. The brutish woman did not care much for being told what to do, but she was on her way out anyway so she decided to just take the same path for convenience. And maybe she would get the chance to bump this annoying woman into a tar pit on the way out. The thought made her want to laugh again, but she cleared her throat and held it in. She didn't need another fucking lecture.
"Excuse me?" she said suddenly as the pet name hit her ears. Oh, hell no. "Little dove? I'm nearly half a foot taller than you, lady, and I'd be willing to bet I'm stronger too. Keep your condescending words to yourself, or at least use them on someone actually inferior to you." Her lip curled a little as she walked ahead of the woman, tired of taking this shit from her. The sooner they got out of this place, the better. She wanted to be alone again, honestly.
"Ricochet," she told her, in a tone less friendly than before. She didn't bother to ask the woman her name; she was bound to give it anyway, with a flourish of fancy titles no doubt.