Damita hadn’t been told anything of the transaction, though the young Spanish woman wasn’t stupid; she was able to put two and two together. Is this why she’d been dragged out in the middle of nowhere, gotten extra attention from her father and then not been spoken to? Her jaw clenched, hands balling into angry fists as she stared at the carriage door. It hadn’t been that she was appalled when she’d seen Toho, it was that she was frightened; one thing she’d learn in Spain was never to trust strangers, no matter how friendly they were.<br/><br/>Not that Toho and his group seemed friendly.<br/><br/>Damita scowled as Toho opened the door and let the late afternoon sun inside, the Spanish girl squinting. Cinnamon gaze flicked from his face to his hand, her frown deepening. “Usted Es muy loco!” She spat, standing suddenly, anger having taken hold of her. Her father had always said that she should have been born a boy, her temper not normal for a female; though Damita didn’t look at it as temper, but as passion – And she was passionate about many things. Moving towards the door, Damita stepped out onto the step that led back into the carriage, staring hard at Toho. Her mind moved quickly, an appraising look given to this other before she held her hand up…<br/><br/>Before smacking it down on his horse’s rear end and hoping that the equine took off.<br/>