Of course she had this coming. Stupid thing was crawling all over her by now and she was struggling not to squirm from the ticklish feeling. Mira rolled her eyes, then quickly snapped back to stare down Sparhawk. [i]Look at me, dammit.[/i] The woman practically snorted as she stomped her boot in irritation. She hated nothing more than being deemed unworthy of so much as a glance. So much as a single motion of acknowledgement. Some had the decency to at least look at their quarry when announcing the consequences while others appeared they couldn't be bothered anyone labeled a criminal. But this? The man was deliberately ignoring her and it was pissing her off. Mira tried backing up when another knight stepped forward to remove the weasel from her garment but was manhandled to stand still in place by someone else from behind. She made a noise of protest (a failed attempt at say "no", it was an odd thing that sounded like a cross between a cough and a hoarse grunt) then went so far as to attempt biting at the hand reach towards her. The person from behind kneed the backs of her legs to force her to kneel before pulling her head back by her hair. Still, Mira tried twisting away although now it was pointless as the weasel was dug out from her shirt.