She spoke directly at Prince Zabraxas, and the disdainful tone she took did not go over well with him, especially as Prince Zakurai translated her words. He did not respond further, choosing instead to glare at her. She was utterly unmoved by his gaze, returning fire with a flat, unamused expression: the kind a parent would adopt for a colt throwing a tantrum. For nearly an entire minute, they stared at one another like this. Until the zebra broke first, snorting with annoyance and walking away from the situation as he says something in his language. Prince Zakurai’s didn’t translate it. Given his sour expression, that was probably for the best.