Katrina, still exerting control, was much less diplomatic about the other one's complaining and apple core throwing. A harsh scowl marred her otherwise innocent beauty, and she bent down to pick up one of the rotting pieces of fruit. Glancing once at the strange black-skinned man, she wound up and tossed the apple core right towards the wagon, really trying to get it right through the window and right at the naysayer.<br/><br/>Then she blinked and her demeanor changed back to the way it had been previously, and she regarded the strangely foreign man and any other who were congregating in that general part of the caravan. "Please forgiveth her temper... she hath naught but a smidgen of patience, and even less sense, sometimes."