[Scythe sat silently beneath the light, one of her legs crossed over the other as she sat back. Her white eye darted down to her rifle laid across the table, before darting back up to your face, a sly smirk playing on her face like she knew something you didn't. Which she did. Many things. She wore a disinterested countenance as you bark curses at her for her crimes.]

"Y'think all yer yappin' and yellin' is gonna make me change m' ways?"

[She rudely butted in over you.]