"My fault?" She stopped in her tracks, a small plume of dust kicking up in front of her due to the sudden brake in momentum. Turning abruptly to face the accusing male, Alina's passive expression scrunched into a bitter snarl of contempt.
"You're the one at fault here, idiot! Not only did you come after me even after I'd beaten down those other Users who were destroying a building, but you're even a User yourself! I heard what you called that girl when she attacked you; you should save it for the mirror. As far as I can see, you're the only one less than human here." Alina ranted at him, spilling the facts to him as insultingly as possible before thrusting her finger up and flipping him off.

"Wow, she doesn't like you." the driller had followed him closely, her presence all but non-existent so long as her blood-lust wasn't leaking from every pore on her body. Her hands were settled comfortably within the pockets of her hoodie, her tail swaying from side to side low to the ground.
"What do you mean? I've always been here." she cocked her head some again, before giving him yet another puzzled expression, "But I know where you came from. Everyone comes from the metal boxes." her smile brightened once again as she showed off her smarts, "It is usually pretty easy to kill the ones that come from the metal boxes - that way I can have food."