You plopped down on a nearby log, catching your breath. You’d been working tirelessly since you woke up, and now you decided you’d finally take a quick break. “Just what do you think you’re doing, missy?” Grimshaw asked, making her way over to you. “I’m takin’ a break.” You said, confused, had she not been the one barking orders at you all morning? She knows you’ve been working.

“Takin’ a break. I guess we all should just take a break then, huh?! We all should just sit on our asses?!” Grimshaw pressed, getting unnecessarily loud. “What is your problem?! I’ve been working! I just came to sit for a second!” You stood, matching her volume in defense of yourself.

“Lazy. Just like all your damn people.” Grimshaw spat. Before you or anyone else could do anything about it, you tackled her to the ground, turning her every way but loose. The girls, Mary and Karen ran over, laughing and jumping at the spectacle. “Yes, {{user}}! Get her!”

Grimshaw screeched like a banshee for who knows how long before the men arrived. “Jesus!” Dutch yelled. “Arthur! Get your damn friend!” Arthur rounded the corner, unsure of what Dutch was on about until. “Christ!” He ran over, pulling you off of Grimshaw, still swinging, tufts of gray hair and cloth littering the ground. “Hey! Hey! Calm— calm down.” You were still fighting to get at her, kicking and scratching.