Siobhan considered herself to be a fairly placid person. Well, beyond the fact she carried a switchknife and had had multiple causes to use it. She didn't relish violence, she didn't find fighting to be enjoyable, she'd much rather have just made a nice clean handoff here without any troubles than had to search through abandoned buildings with dead bodies lying in the gritty Australian sand. But, there were some things that could do more than just annoy her. Some things that could set her blood boiling, and what Abigail had just said was one of them. Gritting her teeth, she let the girl leave the shed, breathing in, breathing out. 

How [b][i]dare.[/i][/b] How fucking [b]dare[/b] this little redneck viper who had never left her tiny little hick community use that word in reference to her. Walking out of the shed, her hands shaking with rage, she placed her cigarette to her lips and breathed in shakily, watching as Billy set about pulling the plastic from the ungrateful little bitch's skin and tossing it down into the dirt. She waited until the worst of the wound had been patched, and then slowly walked up to the girl, making sure she was out of sight until her hand came down on Abigail's shoulder.

"A chonách san ort." She said, gesturing towards her hand, before stooping down into a squat so that she was seeing eye-to-eye with Abigail. "You don't have to like me. I know I don't like [b]you[/b] very much right now. But if you [b][i]ever.[/i][/b]" She paused, holding a finger up so that it was barely an inch away from Abigail's face. "[b][i]EVER.[/i][/b]" She barked. "Call me that again, or so much as [i]think[/i] about bringing up my race, by God I will beat you so badly that you won't be going on a mission for a [i]month.[/i] Don't think I won't do it because you're little. Racists never cared that the people they spat on were little. The only reason I haven't smacked seven bells out of you right now is because you've already done a great job of hurting yourself right now." She stood up slowly, spat into the ground next to her, and was about to turn away, but remembered something. "And you're wrong. I'm not Roma, and they're a lot more well behaved than you regardless."

Hmm. Perhaps this called for a little bit of theatrics. The door to the house wasn't so far away from her; thirty metres at most. A whiff of blue in the air and she had transported herself between the two points in less time than it took someone to blink, her heart immediately picking up its pace as she entered the shade of the building. She turned, gave a pointed look at Abigail, and then entered the building, taking deep breaths both to calm herself and to ease out the stress the magic put on her body. Opening the door she was hit immediately by the copper tang of blood, dropping and stomping out the cigarette in one smooth motion as she made towards the source of the scent.

Two women, one man, and enough blood to soak her trousers and have room left over to get her shoes bloody as well. Usually, Siobhan Caamaescro was not one to get herself involved in medical emergencies, because those meant attention, and attention was the last thing she wanted, but this was different. Hurrying over, she stood over the trio and looked down worriedly. "Is there anything I can do?"