The bustling saloon jolted when its doors were suddenly blown inward. "Shit," thought Skadi. All cold stares were drawn to the unconcerned Hunter.

Silence.
Deafening silence.

"Not my fault the fragile doors weren't automatic." She thought, didn't intend to make a scene.

"Land-dwellers, I hereby query whether you've seen another of my kin—" A bottle flew shattered on her scarlet eyes, splashing all over her silver hair. No scratch on Skadi, but the resounding laughter vexed her to no end.