"POOKY!" Therin shouted the name with a glare.  "How dare you treat me like a child, you pompous, know-nothing, specist moron!"<br/><br/>The short, black haired woman visibly forced herself to calm, slipping her daggers back into their sheathes before speaking again.  "My NAME... is Therin.  Use it.  And you don't have to tell me you're not responsible for bringing us all here... I could tell you weren't anywhere near so capable the moment you opened your big mouth... Fletcher."