Though Zola was ignoring her sister's claws tapping along the floor of the ship, she could still hear them. After every second her ears would pull back farther and her eyes would tighten more. And eventually something she did not want but could have been expected came tumbling her way; literally.
Her new half-sister would jump in through the door of their sleeping chamber and come rolling practically on top of her, but Zola would quickly rise and move out of her way. Fire rose in her eyes as she looked down at the brat giggling and jumping right back up to her feet. A greeting shouting from her lips. Of course, none of that would calm down the infuriated girl.
"What. Is. Your. PROBLEM."
She shouted just as a teenage girl would if her little sister had taken her brush. Of course, this was nothing like that. Zola had an undying hatred for these new siblings. She would probably never let them fit right into her heart. Some siblings loved their little brothers and sisters, of course while others could deal without them for a day or two. But Zola would have gladly drown them in the ocean... It wasn't like they had done anything seriously wrong to deserve it, at least in the eyes of others.
