She shot him a disgusted look over her shoulder. "I have shot annoying men before, so back off," she growled, looking back out to sea.<br/><br/>Kynrind shrugged her bow off her shoulder, idly thrumming the taut string. At his words, she laughed butterly. "Yes, just like they were<em>doing</em>something when they made that abominanation of a machine. The only thing I could ever see them doing right is being used as cannon fodder. Worthless rotting fuckers," she spat, snapping the string several times and listening to the low hum as it slowly faded.<br/><br/>(she did not break the string, just plucked it like a guitar string)