[member="Nomad Crimson"]
While Nomad moved the crate, Nei was busy moving the others. "Weakness be excuse," she grunted. "Weak people use it to get out of work." Once she finished, Nei placed her blasters onto the top of the crate and put her visors down. Whether moving the crates had done it, or some dredged-up memory, the kid was practically oozing waves of anger.
Nei bared her teeth under her visor. Walking into the centerfield of the space, she held out her hands as if to say, Come at me, bro! "You be too weak to hit me? A girl?" she taunted. This kid was a pent-up bottle of hate and anger, and the way Nei saw it, it would be better for him to take it out on her -- she knew she could take a hit, but could an average civilian?
Besides, some of Nomad's anger had rubbed off on her, and she was raring to fight. Anger came easily for Nei, but it left easy, too, and this was what she was hoping to teach her fellow Nautolan. "Come on!" Nei roared. "Nlikan san!"