"Who the **fuck** do you are to think **you** can talk to **me** like that. You getting scared mother fucker, I will cut you. And I don't see as how that's any of your god damn business. Now, do you want some food and shelter or not, can I can just leave if your going to be an ass about it." Natasha was pissed, and was about to seconds away from taking a bottle and breaking it over this fuckers head. it didn't matter that he was older, stronger, and bigger then her, she would kill this fucker. Wait, no, that was bad, he was a new recruit and she was doing at bad job at recruiting. Oh well, to late to back down, maybe he need the push, as the guy seemed like a total pussy anyway. I mean come, he's shaking in his pants facing a 12-year old. What a little bitch.

**On the nearby rooftop**

Cruor sighed, his face in his hands, as he watched Natasha berate the person she was trying to recruit. _'I really need to work on her people skills, her attitude. . . on second thought, I just need to work on her in general. God, I blame Scorn for this.'_ As he watched from above, he wondered if this guy was a Curdan Cay inmate. He couldn't see that well fro up here, but he seemed to be sorta familiar. _'I know I've seen this guy before, I just can't remember where.'_