Watching him with equal levels of disgust and rage, over having to spend my free time chasing rumors, again. Growling some more while taking a look at my comrades, three other girls that I could easily strip, tie down, and spank them into a coma if I felt like it. Which is readily approaching if this stupid field trip and babysitting adventure doesn't allow me to vent my frustrations on some helpless dockworkers.<br/><br/>I don't know why he keeps having to remind us to keep a low profile. It isn't like I start all of the fights after all! How am I suppose to help it if some asshole randomly hits on me in the street, or someone looks at me weird, or accidentally bumps into me. They were always asking for it, and those buildings falling over had nothing what so ever to do with me being there slicing out the support columns.<br/><br/>Grumbling some more and mumbling something about 'yes sir', glaring at the babies I have to sit for this trip one more time. Conveying the usual bitch look of stay the nine hells out of my way or I'll spank you silly with the flat of my blade! Giving him a twirl of my cape as I saunter out of the secret room and heading on out of the bathhouse, not stopping to see if the others are following or not. I already know where the docks are after all!