[Center][color=bc8dbf][h2]Grima[/h2]
Level 5 (holding 1 level up)
45/50 EXP

Location: Esaka - Infini-Tea
Wordcount: 197 (+1 EXP)[/color][/Center]

Grima’s eyes flicked towards Kim as he approached and joined the conversation, her red eyes holding a bit of annoyance. While she was effectively doing their job for them, she found it rude to intersect when she was already talking. But that annoyance was quickly overshadowed by the Russian man placing his hand on Grima’s shoulder.

Immediately, Grima froze, her faux smile becoming considerably more strained. She barely heard Kim’s voice, her red eyes locking onto the hand on her shoulder before she let out a slow, deliberate breath, [color=bc8dbf]“Did I give you permission to lay your hand upon me, [i]Worm?[/i]”[/color] she asked, her voice strained with barely concealed disgust, [color=bc8dbf]“Ask your questions for the girl, [i]Detective[/i]. I believe I should have a word with this man… [i]Outside[/i]”[/color] the Vessel adds as she pushes herself away from the table, standing up to face the Russian, a silent challenge in her eyes: A dare to start this fight in this building. Or be ‘polite’ and head outside.

Either way she would crush him. The Fell Dragon did not tolerate a lesser being attempting to threaten them.