-Zehera Kiyanpoor-Zehera's stern, brown gaze left the vomiting Billy for only a moment, glancing towards Annabella before turning back to what she perceived to be the bigger threat. The spear was held tightly in her unwavering hands, and pointed in their general direction, ready to swing either left or right, as needed.
"Yes, I
do know what he said," Zehera replied, those almond eyes boring into Annabella's. If Annabella was expecting further explanation, she would not receive it, for Zehera's tone of voice stated that what she'd said, was as much as she would discuss on that topic in the current situation.
"Tell me, miss Annabella, is it common for people in these parts to spew up white bile and burst out into random speeches from 'eating something'?" her voice was clipped, almost sarcastic, as brown eyes flickered over all of them, before turning back to focus on Billy. Even when she felt threatened, Zehera still kept her manners, to some degree. She smelled something from him, something... wrong. But she couldn't quite put a finger, or in this case, a nose, on it.
'One wrong move from him...' Zehera left that thought unfinished.