Nixant grabbed at the collar attempting to pull it off, unsuccessful she glared at the man and frowned, standing up she went to put her gear back on. After done with it, she then draws her sword swinging it sighing. Nodding at the man who had just saved her. "What the fuck is this thin on my neck?" She questioned looking down-wards following the man if he were to walk. She scratched and clawed to get it off. She then remembered, she was off duty! "Get this shit off of me, I'm off duty and I don't need to do any job right now." She looked around sighing, she then looks towards him and rolled her neck. She now had nothing more to do with this she attempted to run off like a helpless citizen.<br/><br/>After rounding the corner she bumped into Martin and glared at him she let out a very loud, yet dull shout. "Get this piece of shit off my neck!" She grabbed at it once more attempting to rip it off, unsuccessful once more. Then bringing a fist to Martins shoulder with a very heavy force. After that she held her hand to her stomach, shit he was wearing mail! Her hand was now cut up, and bruised. She looked around sighing, but once again only being able to get here if the man back at the alley let her. (Sorry I know it sucks.)<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>