“Fuck this.” Sera jumps forward between the two. Yanking the barrette from her hair, she flicks her wrist, and in a moment, the tiny girl is armed with two blades, one pointing at each man. “If you all could actually stop the male posturing for a moment? You can? Oh, goody.” Her voice is syrupy again, and the stranger flinches, though his eyes don’t move from the blade in her hand.
