Oh, trust me, she's going to see me. I don't care how important she thinks she is.
[At that she looks down at the smouldering shift. A look of utter distaste crosses her face. She snaps off a quick, direct punch, and a plume of flame quickly engulfs the shift. There's nothing left, this time, but a circle of scorched earth.]
no subject
[At that she looks down at the smouldering shift. A look of utter distaste crosses her face. She snaps off a quick, direct punch, and a plume of flame quickly engulfs the shift. There's nothing left, this time, but a circle of scorched earth.]
There.