"Yes, I know," she hisses under her breath. "I am hoping they just leave so we can do our business and maybe get another snack from a straggler." She holds another ball of flame, peering around to see what building she can burn next, when the presence of an emissary interrupts her pyromaniacal reverie. Sizing the bee-girl up and down, she cocks her head to one side. "My tribe is not pleased at the presence of this grove so close to our own home; if we leave it intact, it will attract a village's worth of girls and gatherers, and we'll be under pressure from this direction. My job is to burn out the grove to ensure that does not happen." After a pause, she adds, "I will listen to your alternative."