Closed [NHC] Mending the Social Inequality... Not Really [Alea]

[Xii]

Things were getting interesting, but Xii wondered where she could go from here. The old woman clearly couldn't be pushed any further, though it might be a good game to try. She wondered if the old bag would have a fit if her heart pumped too fast and she got too excited. That would certainly be something worth instigating. However, it appeared that Xii herself was in a perilous position. If she made too much more trouble, or any at all really, it seemed the old lady would throw her out, and Xii didn't really feel like buying a new shirt, not when she could get this one patched for free. The girl drummed her fingers against her arm, looking over impassively at the slave as she made her own threats. The Zithling raised her eyebrows at the glare, showing defiance, disbelief in her posture, her folded arms and cocked head. "What would you do?" she asked in an undertone, belligerent, shooting a look to the old seamstress to see if she'd heard. The elder was too busy huffing to herself to notice, despite the dark looks she kept shooting their way. Xii might like to see what the other girl would try. Perhaps she should push her, just to see what would happen. Though that went against her usual perspective, which was only to cause trouble for other people and not herself, she might like to know what sort of things a slave might do for revenge.