"Right," Evelysia snaps. "Or perhaps it's [i]not your business[/i] of why I am here. I owe no explanation to [i]you[/i]. These are not [i]your[/i] woods, that is not [i]your[/i] phoenix, and I repeat, it is certainly not [i]your[/i] business of why I am here. Though I owe you [i]nothing[/i]," she hisses, "I am crossing these woods for a reason. I am not casually wandering about. And perhaps what I have on my person are the [i]only[/i] things that I own. So if you indeed have a problem with my," she looks down, quirking an eyebrow, "smoldering shoes, I do not actually care."