As Patricia listened to Yin speak, she thoughtfully chewed on her bottom lip, a sign she was thinking deeply. Such concentration wasn't unusual for the muscular Brit, but that didn't mean that she was particularly comfortable with it. Inner debate really wasn't her style - she was more a girl of action and firm decision than anything else. As such, when Yin turned away with an open invitation to join him on the mountain so she could 'prove her worth' as it was, she only gave it some brief consideration. It went something like this;<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">That sounds like it can be a lot of fun. I think I shall go.</span><br/><br/>And so she did. Eager to find out what Yin had planned, she fell into step behind him with her arms swinging casually by her sides and her stride a long, easy lope. She was brought up short, however, when the thief boy Yin so easily exposed started to make a fuss. Pausing to watch him attack his almost-victim, her mouth pursed thinly and an expression of disdain settled on her face. There was always someone, she thought, who wanted to ruin the party and spoil everyone's fun. Not only that, but it appeared he'd hurt the boy badly enough to knock him out, and that wouldn't endear him much in her book or those of the Monte Santo residents.<br/><br/>Under any other circumstances she would have given him a piece of her mind as well as a taste of her knuckles, but she had to take into consideration that she was a stranger in the town as well and didn't want too much of a commotion lest they turn on her as well. So instead she glared daggers at Alex until she caught sight of someone out of the corner of her eye.<br/><br/>"Kitti," she hissed to catch his attention where he stood up ahead with Yin. With her eyes she tried to communicate that he should behave himself, then added with a subtle arch of her right eyebrow;<span style="font-style: italic">Or else.</span>