Tanya, even as she loudly complained to herself, couldn't help but take note of the man who had dropped down across the street. And stared... and not even approached to at least make all of this stupid forced preaching worth it... This wasn't even Tanya's job, why did she have to deal with this!? There was no way this could be more frustrating, no way at all. Not even slightly... wait wait wait, was that... was that... Tanya vaguely recognized the tiny, childish form, though she wasn't sure where she recognized her from. She looked like a girl no older then twelve, as well... and there was further strangeness about her. If Tanya had been more focused, she may have been able to place it. She frowned at the tone, the laughter, and yet... well... it was her job to try and talk to people on the street to gain their interest in Reon...

Tanya took a deep breath. "Hello, Miss, would you be interested in-"

... What.

Tanya's jaw slowly dropped as she listened to what the girl called her. Talking about... she was saying she was a streetwalked?! Short... flatchested... a hooker?! Tanya's body trembled as her anger steadily boiled to the surface. She forgot about her surroundings, all of them except the insulting girl. How... how dare she say those things, make those assumptions, talk about the... priestesses of Reon being a common fantasy... calling her something so... so perverted!

"Y-y-you... how dare you?!" Tanya snapped, taking a step towards the black-haired girl, "I'm not just a servant of Reon, I'm one of her Paladins! How dare y-you say something so... so perverted! So rude! Why would you even make that assumption?! These robes are holy garb, they're not anything for those... those purposes!"