Perhaps she's too used hard won battles against stubborn men , having to answer most with a brick in hand to get any respect around here . /Mostly/ figurative .
But - an apology seemed to completely chest check her stance .
Raised brows, and focused eyes staring at the lady as she recalibrated . +
"You sound a little disappointed."
Orianna manages after a moment, her hands finding their resting place on a nook on her hips.
"I apologize. I know opening this place up has kept your hands full. The Britannics always getting shot certainly doesn't help either, no?"