Fíadh's fists clench and unclench as she stares unblinkingly right back at Lance.

"You can't just-"

But she stops herself. The source of her bullheaded rage is gone and she's starting to think again. Lance, ultimately, can and will do whatever he wants. And for once she's in a town that she actually cares if she gets kicked out of. But it's wrong this whole situation is wrong and if he would just let her-

"Fine."

The word comes out almost like a low roar and she stomps her way past Lance, muttering some very rude words in another language he should know well before going out the door.