A little yelp came from Adell's shoulder as the kitten fell off, but all was in her head was a boiling rage at Nathaniel's penchant for angering others. Silas tugged at her shirtsleeve with a pleading gaze, something she failed to notice when all her attention was on Nathaniel.<br/><br/>The anger in her dissipated slightly when the limousine pulled over, and an older man who looked too much like Nathaniel spoke up. Adell's opinion on him went rock bottom the moment she saw his face, and it began to dig into the bedrock of disgust for every word he said. But she had the sense not to punch Nathaniel; no one drove a vehicle like that in these parts unless they<span style="font-style: italic">owned</span>the place.<br/><br/>When the limousine drove off, she turned to face the confused girl she rescued. "Seems like he's shady. Organised crime, maybe."<br/><br/>Silas, holding and stroking the kitten that fell off Adell's shoulder, looked worriedly at Adell. "He... won't put us on some sort of blacklist, right?"<br/><br/>Adell eyed at the limousine as it turned around a corner at the edges of her vision. A tinted, most likely bulletproof vehicle, driving a local thug with a foul mouth and some code of honour to do with girls that looked like girls was too strange to dwell on.<br/><br/>"I don't know," she said, her tone unsure on what to think. "Let's hope this is the last we see him."