At the word Orphanage, Khat forgot that she was trying to interact with the less gullible clocked lady and instead, rounded on the trader, her red hair fanning out in fiery sheets. She glared at hm for a moment and her eye twitched a bit. She marched up to him and poked him harshly in his stomach, accusingly and through grit teeth she spoke.

"What makes you think I'm going to an Orphanage, huh buster?" She spat, literally, on his boot. She looked him up and down and her anger only seemed to get hotter, as her pale skin became flushed red in her rage, "Who are you to tell me what I do? You are not my dad, I don't know you and I don't trust you and if you think that you can just get rid of me so you can have more money, You've got another thing coming." She pulled her scarf around her face and marched off, seething in anger.

Vis heard everything and a ghost of a smile crept across his face, 'Brave one...' He thought, as she plonked herself down in the dirt by his side and crossed her arms, still glaring at the man from a distance.

"An orphanage can't replace her.." She mumbled and Vis' smile turned into a slight frown.