Malia cursed under her breath, chewing her lip as she heard Carson’s voice. She stopped when asked, watching as he stepped in front of her. Her grip tightened on the hilt of her knife, both frustrated and on guard. She knew she had to speak, there was no avoiding this situation.<br/>“It’s mine.” She spoke simply, her silky voice gravitating towards him from under her hood. She looked up, her vibrant green eyes meeting his. Her expression was hardened, she just needed to get past him.<br/><br/>“Excuse me.” She went to step around him, holding the strap of her backpack tightly. She tried to take a couple steps past him, glancing over her shoulder to make sure he was still standing there. She didn’t offer an explanation, she just kept walking.