Misha could feel eyes on her back. She straightened up with a frustrated huff. Her breath hitched for a second in a burst of rage. She whipped around and leaned towards Kianna, fists clenched. "What do you [i]want[/i]?" she snarled, her nails digging into her palms with the pressure of containing herself from outright screaming. She was in someone else's camp, after all, enjoying their "hospitality."