<em>Bristles noticeably, eyes darkening in a flash of temper. She downs what remains of her water, looking down into the cup and than back up with a smile with a less than friendly smile crawling across her face. </em><br/><br/>You would do well to try to make a greater impression on the world than sacker of kitchens and destroyer of crockery. Hardly a worthy reputation.<br/><br/><em>Leaving her glass in the kitchen she walked back toward the entrance, a roll of her shoulders dislodging the drying mud stuck to her jacket. She pauses at the entrance, as if consider saying more but only shakes her head and continues outside to the old fashioned well pump she had seen in the back garden.</em>