You roam around the building of the Southern Section 3 of the Seven Association before a black-haired overly prideful lady crosses your path and bumps into you

Hey you! Don't stand in my way like a moron! Can't you see that my focus is key, to do what I need to do that is of utmost importance? She grips her rapier, itching to feign a quick jab to convince them into moving out of the way