[center][h1]ZEPHYR[/h1][/center]

Milk? Seriously? Sheena rolled her eyes beneath her visor, thankful that they weren't visible to the public or the cameras. Still, she let out a derisive chuckle in response, nonetheless. Because damn, was it easy to get under this bitch's skin. Two sentences in and Ladyice was already firing off the profanity. 

[b]"Not a chance."[/b] ZEPHYR replied easily to Ladyice's cursing, her arms folded as she just hovered there mockingly. [b]"Easy and desperate isn't my type. See? I can do it, too. You're not special."[/b]

Surprisingly enough, still not a single comment from her handler yet. Ruiz had to be halfway to apoplexy at this point, really. Sheena could tell that woman hated the job. Hell, Sheena hated the job. Still, that didn't mean she wasn't going to do as good a job as possible at it. And if that meant starting a high school catfight in the middle of dozens of cameras and hundreds of people? Well, catfight it was. 

[b]"And this is a public event, princess. No one inside needs an invitation. Think you ought to be real familiar with the concept of letting anyone in."[/b]

Come on, come on: take a swing. Fire some icicles. If Ladyice lost it and started popping off, ZEPHYR's job here was done. She could beat a quick retreat under the guise of not letting civilians get caught in the crossfire, and probably steal a good few fans away too. After that, maybe dinner. Carne asada sounded good tonight.