The girl fidgeted a bit, giving a nervous whimper before opening her to speak again. Just then, a powerful hand clasped down on the back of Qotle's shirt, lifting him clean off the ground. He was turned to face the Amazonian woman, who was currently glaring at him. In her other hand, she held to cones of ice cream.<br/><br/>"Do you mind telling me what the fuck you think you're doing? Scaring my baby girl like that." She hissed.