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Roxy had barely gotten into the shop when she heard someone yelling. She growled under her breath. She wasn't exactly the most social person. She would have preferred to have some time to settle in before dealing with the neighbors but fate had had other plans. She put her kickstand down. For now she would keep her bike in one of the bays. She wouldn't need both right away. Hopefully she could do decent business here.

"You don't have to yell." She told the man. Well he wasn't really a man. At least not by modern standards. Not that she cared. All that mattered to her was that he was mall and in her space. She didn't like people in her space especially without her permission. At barely five foot tall people tended to underestimate her. She glared at the man as she walked towards him. 

[color=blue]"Didn't anyone teach you that it was rude to enter into someone's home without knocking?"[/color] Roxy asked. Technically they weren't in her home. That was upstairs. But that was beside the point. She didn't know who this man was but she would teach him to respect her if she had to. She pulled one of her many throwing knives. She twirled it between her fingers like a baton.