She smiled at the woman's spirit and sense of moral injustice.  Strong fingers clasped the rim of her glass as she lifted it toward her lips, feeling the numbness once again.  Powerful legs flexed before her, veiled only by the thin straps of her skirt.  An air of challenge wrapped around her as she stood tall and proud before the woman, aqua eyes turning cold as they gazed upon her.  The other hand closed and then opened, fingers wiggling around as she was ready to strike.<br/><br/>"A featherbed hm?  Sounds appealing after a smoke."  She stepped forward with a light brush of her feet so as to avoid the sharp edges of the shell that she wore.