You don't take kindly to having things wrenched from your hands, even if they don't really belong to you. You snarl at the troll and kick some dirt at him moodily as he starts to walk away. "You're not even supposed to be here. [i]We're[/i] not supposed to be here. The highbloods are going to put our heads on stakes." The anxiety is creeping into your voice. You have nothing to chew.