Rhysa paused midstep as her arm was accosted. Through the thin cotton sleeve Melodia would have easily felt the device strapped to her forearm. Something rather hard on the outside of her arm, and something metallic possibly sharp inside.
Her face tilted toward the woman as her gaze lifted slowly to meet hers, "I don't take kindly to threats or people touching me."
Her fist flexed slightly, "Take your hand off of me and act like you have some manner of civility about you before I wake every ship at port."
Her face tilted toward the woman as her gaze lifted slowly to meet hers, "I don't take kindly to threats or people touching me."
Her fist flexed slightly, "Take your hand off of me and act like you have some manner of civility about you before I wake every ship at port."
