Damita’s anger was put on the back burner to boil slowly, cinnamon gaze set straight ahead as she glared, only turning her head one in awhile in order to glare up at Toho. Various scenarios ran through the young Spanish girl’s mind, her lips settling in a grimace as her back began to spasm from sitting so still and stiff for so long. She clenched her jaw, nails not moving from Toho’s arm as they rode, their silence seeming to weigh heavily on the air.<br/><br/>And then finally, he spoke – And it wasn’t in some nonsense language either. Damita’s anger boiled over, the woman almost unseating herself by turning around so fast, the world dimming around her as a particularly bad spasm decided to make itself known in her lower back. Shoulders went rigid, breath exhaled loudly all at once before she took a deep breath and attempted to speak. “How /dare/ you ignore me for so long. Common courtesy states that a question should be answered when it is asked!”<br/><br/>Toho had been better off pretending he didn’t speak any English. “Where are you taking me, and what right do you have to take me away from my father?”<br/>