Margaret let out a gasp when she saw what happened. She had long since stopped in her tracks. She was ready to charge. However, she saw that mammon soon had it under control. She stood there and watched. But, she was on her guard. She didn't quite trust the stranger at all. She narrowed her eyes a bit. She frowned as well.
"Who are you?"
Her voice was showing how she felt. She was not very happy at the moment, not at all. She was hesitant. She took a couple steps back, aware from the woman. She gave her knee jerk, go to, reaction.
"I am not some mule!"