[Stacia's laugh is bitter, with a lot of teeth in it. She lifts a leg and waggles her foot around.]

Oh no, see, that's how I know this is going to suck. These are my shoes and clothes, the ones I came here in. Which means they expect that there's going to be combat, or some other reason I'd destroy their clothes, and they don't want to deal with me being pissed off and naked instead of just pissed off.

[She lowers her leg with a thump and sighs, deflating a little.]

Sorry. I know this isn't your fault and you're probably more worried about this than I am. I'm just cranky and that makes me extra bitchy.