Get cold feet all of a sudden? Or maybe you really want to eat your own eyes, fucking disgusting. Is that knife for show or are you going to actually use it?

[ Zero's lip curls a little in disdain. She ignored the question — if the other couldn't tell that she was an Intoner then there was no need to say it. The world here was different than home, with more unpronounceable names than necessary. It was so fucking troublesome.

She lets go of the table and picked up whatever was closest to throw at Ange. A plate, probably, or a goblet — and she throws hard. ]