“Zara! Calm down! [i]Esto es estúpido![/i] You need to stop. We don’t know who that man is!” One of Zara’s struggling coworkers spoke, trying to talk sense into the angered woman.

She however did not bother listening, her lips curled into a snarl as she fought against the many hands that were holding her back.

“I do not care! He is a thief and the thief will get what he deserves!” 

“He made them float in the air Zara! Just leave him alone!”

“No!” She shouted angrily though the angry features on said face quickly changed into one of shock when she felt a cool breeze hit her hot skin. Zara involuntarily shivered, wide eyes looking towards the man in confusion. Had he just done that? She calmed slightly and her coworkers took to pulling her back just a bit more.

“My help?” She repeated, raising an eyebrow before scoffing. “Please. You are a thief as well as a stranger. I don’t know you and you don’t know me. So why should I even help you? What’s in it for me? From the way you carry yourself I’d have to say absolutely nothing. [i]Bueno para nada bastardo[/i].” She hissed at him. As soon as the spiteful words were spoken her eyes traveled over to the pepper.

Whispers of those around her could be heard- panicked, awe-struken, worried. What was going on? The sound of the hum is picked up with Zara and she looks around more out of curiosity to place the sound. However she is met with a smell instead of an answer and her nose scrunches up in distaste. 
Zara turns to look back at the strange man and glares, knowing that whatever this is and whatever is about to happen will be because of him.

[i]“Dale."[/i]