[ Ciri narrows her eyes at him, and clicks her tongue loudly. Impatient and annoyed. ]
You think I don't know that? I'm not stupid.
Do not talk to me like I'm a child, Geralt.
[ She snaps, and moves to walk past him. If she bumps his shoulder on the way out, it's entirely on passive-aggressive purpose.
Yes, she will be imagining Istredd's head on some of those undead that need to be chopped into tiny little bits until they stop moving. No, she isn't throwing a tantrum. Why would anyone think that? ]
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You think I don't know that? I'm not stupid.
Do not talk to me like I'm a child, Geralt.
[ She snaps, and moves to walk past him. If she bumps his shoulder on the way out, it's entirely on passive-aggressive purpose.
Yes, she will be imagining Istredd's head on some of those undead that need to be chopped into tiny little bits until they stop moving. No, she isn't throwing a tantrum. Why would anyone think that? ]
Don't wait up.