Brea was startled. Just where had Windy come from? She had never gotten the drop on her before. She was distracted, getting careless. She was about to reply with a similarly snarky remark when they were interrupted by Fehaz.<br/><br/>Fehaz... she had never liked him. It was not his looks - she had served enough ugly men to appreciate that unlike women, the true worth of a man wasn't in his face. No, it was the smarmy tone of voice, coming from the hairy brutish figure, that gave her the creeps.<br/><br/>Despite her distaste, she managed a smile. "Sure honey. I bet you say that to all the girls, doncha." With that, she attempted to squeeze past him. She did not want to stay around him any longer than she absolutely had to.