Seventh Sip
[Mal is at the shooting range, obliterating targets with her horsebow. To say she's in a bad mood would be a terrible, horrific understatement. Her journal is open beside her so she can dictate as she shoots]
Who signed me up for that ridiculous auction? Come on, own up, so I can punch you in the face multiple times. Nikola, was it you? It sounds like something you'd do, you smarmy bastard.
[An annoyed sound as she re-loads] As if I'd have any interest in such a ridiculous façade. Being ogled at by men who bid on you like you're some meat at a market.
Of all the stuck-up [KA-THUNK - there goes a target], chauvinistic [KA-THUNK] idiotic [KA-SPLAT] ...where did that turkey come from?
Who signed me up for that ridiculous auction? Come on, own up, so I can punch you in the face multiple times. Nikola, was it you? It sounds like something you'd do, you smarmy bastard.
[An annoyed sound as she re-loads] As if I'd have any interest in such a ridiculous façade. Being ogled at by men who bid on you like you're some meat at a market.
Of all the stuck-up [KA-THUNK - there goes a target], chauvinistic [KA-THUNK] idiotic [KA-SPLAT] ...where did that turkey come from?