Ninty felt her brow furrow as the others continued to speak. She wasn’t sure what it was she was expecting it certainly wasn’t this. Their explanations made some sense, Ninty supposed still with some doubt, and everyone spoke in a manner of someone who knew what they were talking about. 

But there was something else, something that had sent a horrible twisting sensation through her stomach and her outspread fingers twitched into steady fists. How had that Michael git known about her? How had he known her name? How had he known about her and her mates? Ninty did not like this human Child and was fully intent on expressing her displeasure in the only way she knew how. Which also happened to be the exact same way one could get a refund at the Docks for back piece of merchandise.

“Yeah yeah yeah.” Ninty waved away Jupiters comments. “Princesses of Light, go look for royalty pricks in each world, kidnap them or whatever, yada yada yada, job done. You’re welcome.” She snapped with no small amount of venom although none of it intentionally directed at anyone else.

“Now onto the next piece of business.” Ninty took another step or two toward Michael, though still stayed back just a little in case the guards were to suddenly use those lethal looking weapons of theirs. 

“How in the Name of the Thirteen does a little piss-pot like you know about what happened to me an’ma mates?” Ninty snarled down at Michael, with a few swears from her childhood sailor friends slipping in. “On another note How do yer know my? Eh? Cause I certainly didn’t say nuffin, nor did I about bein on another planet. So what’s your secret then you Mongrel?” While the insult wasn’t exactly accurate, with a mix of fear and anger inside her Ninty didn’t really care.

“Better start talking quick sunshine, before I give yer a good ol’ scar for the local bar girls to swoon over!” She spat.

With the final comment Ninty’s keyblade flashed into being once more in her hand, so sudden was it’s appearance that it caught Ninty off guard and brought her seething rage to an abrupt halt. Ninty herself had actually flinched and was now giving the weapon a mixed look of surprise and puzzled frustration.