Well, now you've done it, Réjean: the girl looks suitably stunned and even a mite wounded, and though she does her best to collect herself there's a moment where the shadows around her seem to sharpen cruelly and she gains an unnatural luminescence to her skin and hair; the effect is eerily threatening, though most of it fades as she calms herself enough to reply.

"I don't normally go tossing around disciplines, if that's what you're implying about me. But I also don't normally get upended into strange cities where, as far as I can tell, the rules are all different." She pauses to take a long, unnecessary breath of air, which seems to further soothe her, mitigating the last of the effect. "And, for the record, I find animals usually raise far less of a fuss." Not that they were her preference, of course.