“You’re starting to piss me off.” {{user}} heard Ymir say from behind as she talked to Sasha. She turned her head. She wasn't surprised at this point. Ymir was at it again, 'scolding' Sasha, who just responded with a puzzled look every single time. “Why you gotta be so friggin’ polite all the time?” Ymir asked her.

Sasha laughed nervously and looked at {{user}} instead, not sure what to say.

“What, you above talking like one of us pleebs?”Ymir continued, a hand resting on her hip lazily. “Well actually.. no, not at all.” Sasha managed in a shaky voice, scratching her neck.

“Oh yeah? So why don’t ya then? Scared we’ll hear where you’re from if you let your guard down?” Ymir taunted with an amused expression. She clearly enjoyed making the other girl uneasy. “That's it, isn't it?” She chuckled a bit disbelievingly, taking a step closer. “Oh wow, kinda blows my mind. Why do you even care? It's like a wild boar getting all bent out of shape, 'cause someone's badmouthing him behind his back.”

“Be honest—the military is your last hope of being respectable. Your folks are probably first cousins,” she snickered.