Kynrind's lips psulled back in what could charitiable be called a smile. "I'm not pointing it at you. This," the rifle rose to hwer shoulder as she aimed it at his head, thumbing the trigger back, "is aiming it at you."  She lowered the rifle after a moment before the vindicator captain  could do more than stir, pointing the muzzle at the ground, still in his direction though.<br/><br/>"Talk all you want then, I might listen or not. I don't care for the Forsaken though. Not after the shit you people pulled in Undercity. Too bad the explosion didn't get all of you." The Kal'dorei smiled again, baring her teeth. The nightsaber rumbles, stretching out it's paws and yawned, showing the long sharp teeth characteristic of the breed. "You might concider yourself civilvized, but you're not. Your 'civilized' actions cost the Alliance hundreds if not thousands of dead to that goddess cursed machine of yours. It's your fault," the muzzle jerked in his direction, "for the current state of war between us."