Jake flinched as the bottle smashed into pieces and fell around the farm. He stood up, relieved she hadn't smashed it closer to him.

[i]"Christ, could you be careful? If you're looking for something to do, you could start by picking up the pieces of that bottle you just broke. These people have enough to worry about as it is. Or at least show some respect."[/i] Jake, like almost every other settler in Tenpines, had built the place from the ground up. Watching people make a mess of their hard work felt as insulting as calling someone a steaming pile of brahmin shit.