Well it appeared the elf of little brain had decided to ignore her in the Tavern thus she returned outside and stomped right up to her. Much as she might have liked to be a little more private about this. After all it was her sergeant’s etiquette that had stopped her making this public in the first place.<br/><br/>“Right you...ya fackin stupid little caw what ve fack were ya playin at.” She looked at her one could see how she had received the name Storm from the look in those grey if rather blood shot eyes. “Not only did I ‘ave ta waste sam of me blaady booze, and w drinkin’ time. You...” with that the scarred woman pointed at her in anger, “Ya could ‘ave got a shed load of folks killed jast because ya wanted to flash off to all ve  fackin’ men ‘ere. ‘As no one told ya stupid kills.” I ain’t fussed abaat yer sorry skinny little arse. More warried abaat ve ovvers. “<br/><br/>Finally she took breath from her tirade and snorted, then coughed up something vile that was spat on the ground. “So next time ya fink abaat rannin’ outside, bloody starkers, use yer ‘ead and sam fackin cloves.  Do tryin’ ta get laid in a safer bastard place and don’t get no one ‘urt. Next time ver might not be anyone ta ‘elp ya.”<br/>