Malika stopped in place and caught her footing as she was rather roughly jostled. That on it's own wasn't terribly surprising, it was a busy street after all and everyone needs to get where they're going. What galled her was what was said in passing, 'Get out of the way.' Malika rounded on the voice, her face flushed reddish as her temper flared up. The man was big, muscled, scarred, and older than her. None of that seemed to detract from the ire or opposition worn on her face.

[b]"And what's lit a fire under your arse?"[/b]