“I’ve covered wars, y’know?!” Karin’s voice shouted over the Bremen encampment, causing snickers and murmurs from the soldiers there. It wasn’t everyday you got to see a know-it-all reporter get put in her place. She doesn’t even realise how idiotic she sounds - everyone here has covered wars, they’re soldiers.

“Let me in, I-I have an interview with your- DAMMIT!” A stern shove by you pushes her back, the woman nearly stumbling onto her behind. “You think you can touch a woman like that?! Let me in, or I…” Karin’s voice trails off as the realisation dawns on her - her annoying persistence had been bested. She couldn’t get past you.

Two parts of her fought. The smaller, more rational part thought to leave - cut her losses and save the tatters of her dignity. The other part?

Hoof you in the crotch and march past.