[When that second piece of ice zips past her, she whirls around with an angry snarl on her face. She looks like she's about to say something (What is your fucking problem?!), but she clamps it down. She knows your trollish kind; she's had to deal with that sort of thing before.
So with one last glare, Pao-Lin goes on her way. There are better things for her to do.]
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fuckingproblem?!), but she clamps it down. She knows your trollish kind; she's had to deal with that sort of thing before.So with one last glare, Pao-Lin goes on her way. There are better things for her to do.]