How utterly rich! How simply divine! How...wonderful! A simple sentence, a simple exclaiming of the truth as Brett saw it, and how riled up one gets. Clearly a nerve was struck. Clearly, the girl with the headphones had about as much intelligence as she had fashion sense. Which is to say, none at all. A white hooded sweatshirt? Jeans? What was this, the seedy side of the Bronx? This annoyance had been one of the ones involved in the loser-ish activities. Puns were bad enough, and it wasn't like these sorry sorts were pulling wordplay on the level of The Bard, not a super - Shakespeare. 

Posturing. That's what this was. Brett was certainly not intimidated, not from someone who looked like she belonged in an infomercial for teenage angst and how to prevent it. It didn't help matters that the noise from her headphones was about as pleasant as her attitude. Elsewhere in what Brett assumed to be some sort of cabin, someone was expressing hunger and another was doing a bang-up job at being a mediator. More and more it was looking as if her early assessment of being surrounded by losers was coming to light. 

[color=yellow][b]"Oh, you must be the Queen of the Losers, then?"[/b][/color] Brett spoke with a chuckle behind her words. Even her manner of speaking seemed perfectly aligned to annoy or tease, it had a haughty tone to it that was equal parts 'rich brat' and 'classic-era Hollywood actress'. [color=yellow][b]"How precious. You only live up to your title then, Loser, with how easily you get riled up. Run along, little Loser, I am sure your circle of reprobates can continue their discussion of things meant for babies and nerds - sorry, losers - who can't grow up, but do so in quiet."[/b][/color]

Bret waved the back of her hand towards the Queen Loser as if she was dismissing a servant who was complaining about their wages being cut. Of course, it was then that two others showed up, looking to nip...whatever this was in the bud. And to that, Brett had no problems outright laughing, a palm in front of her mouth and a very insincere, mocking laugh it was. 

[color=yellow][b]"You two must be the King and the Princess then, yes? How adorable. Oh, yes, I'M the one making an ass of myself, when it is Queen Loser here flying off the handle over simple words. Take her away, you two, she's only serving to embarrass herself and I am almost feeling sorry for her. Much the same way a member of PETA feels sorry for a caged animal in the zoo. Run along now, before people start assuming I'm in league with you."[/b][/color]

Brett, not willing to let well enough alone, looks once more towards 'Queen Loser' and grins. 

[color=yellow][b]"And by the way, turn that awful junk down, would you? Some of us don't enjoy the sounds of garbage in our ears."[/b][/color]