She narrowed her eyes, blocked off by an impenetrable wall where the cashier served people. "You try getting in here and I will blow your brains out." Tough Vivian came out, glaring at the man. He seemed a little older than her, and definitely not bad-looking, but he may have been some psycho killer. Her unbitten Sno-Ball was between her fingers lightly, as if it were some fine piece china that she could crush in her pretty, thin fingers. Although she was small, weight and height wise, Vivian was a strong, physical weapon. And this guy would have been nothing to rid of.