low-key doing a lookie

Tenshi watches him silently. She notices that he spits to the side before giving her a snarky grin. Had he not been near dying just moments before? Had she walked upon someone who had lost their damn marbles? His reaction has her own hackles rising slightly and her ears turning backward. Elegant as she may be, she wasn't one to back down either. Her lips purse slightly and her brow pinches as his sharp and insolent words begin to dirty the air around her. After a few blinks, Tenshi almost wants to laugh. Did he think such words would cause her to cry or run away? Rather, she felt that familiar bubble of sternness in her chest that made her want to smack him across the mouth for being so indecent.

"Call me what you like," Tenshi starts as she takes a step toward the boy, her icy gaze looking him up and down. "At least I have eaten a meal and groomed myself before leaving my den," her expression relaxes into a more motherly stern stare before a brow raises slightly. Did he not know how disheveled he appeared? Or were his insults an obvious ploy to hide his own insecurities?

"Speech"