Sika couldn't help but roll her eyes at Whatever's stupid reply, not at all bothering to be subtle about it either. Of course the amorous construct thingy would immediately try to bring sex into the discussion even when it was completely unrelated - how unsurprising. Stupid thing probably had even more of a one-track mind than the average male, and that was definitely saying something. Luckily, the chatter was cut short before the tiefling had to endure too much more of 'Pat's' insufferable droning thanks to the wrecked carriage that they came upon.<br/><br/>She was just about to hop out of their own wheeled pumpkin when the fur wearing woman and the handsome - but increasingly obnoxious - elf began whining like little children, as if waiting an extra second or - gods forbid - even two would make sort sort of a difference. Just one of the many reasons that Sika preferred to work alone, and in fact just to be alone in general most of the time except when she was using somebody to satisfy her most basic desires.<br/><br/><strong>"The <em>fuck</em> does it look like I'm doing, morons?"</strong>she snapped back at them venomously before jumping out of the carriage with her sword. She didn't bother to strap it to her back since there was a chance that she'd be needing it soon, so she just held on to it with both hands on the large hilt, keeping it pointing towards the ground while she walked briskly towards the ruined carriage. Sika couldn't have cared less about waiting for the others. She could take care or herself perfectly fine, she always had, plus all of them were already irritating her even more than she could have anticipated. She just hoped that they pay would be as good as what the king promised for having to put up with this gang of ninnies.