With a snort Kyra cleared the air in front of her face of the sickening purple haze. Her patience was wearing thin and she made this clear enough with her look and attitude. [color=pink]"What is it then? If you want my company or services, that will be no on both accounts. I've no interest in your type, and I'm a hunter not a healer."[/color] Kyra glared at this mean with hostile intentions, crossing her arms defiantly. Her hand clenched into a fist, but only to hide how easy it would be for her to grab her short sword and slice this man's throat. Her mind ran through many possibilities of her slaying this foul man, hiding his body among the bushes or in a camp without none the wiser. However for now all she could do was stare in plain defiance.