It was a good point. Irene picked up the bucket of water and grabbed the can opener. For a moment she wanted to thank Hunter...but she was too prideful, and that won over. "I'll just give them what they wanted in the first place, then." With that she walked back outside with both items, placed the bucket on the ground, and stared the newcomer in the eyes.

"I have hope that you'll get your eyes scratched out by my cacti on the way out," she snarled. Her mood had been getting gradually worse.