Silas followed hastily behind the storm in a teacup that was Nathaniel. Maybe people in rough areas weren't that receptive to gratitude, he thought. After all, most of them didn't know their real fathers, or had real fathers who were quite liberal with the beatings.<br/><br/>He saw Adell look up as Nathaniel stormed past, and he thought he saw a few veins popping out on her face. She stood up straight, and faced Nathaniel. Both of them looked equally irritated, and Silas just begged God that a fight wouldn't start.<br/><br/>"Yeah, you don't need to be grateful," said Adell. Her voice tried its very best to be all about poison and sarcasm, hoping for Nathaniel to react in some sort of violent fashion. "In fact, you'd be charmed to be a bleeding corpse at the side of the road. Be bloody fuck-"<br/><br/>"Adell!" shouted Silas. He stopped his little chase just between Adell, Nathaniel and Aris. If there was one thing Silas could not stand, it was swearing.<br/><br/>Adell took in an exasperated deep breath and crossed her arms. "Wanker."<br/><br/>Silas thought that probably meant a curse word, but whatever she meant, he didn't get. It was time to hit the dictionaries later.