Though the weather was fairly decent for this cold-ass miserable hole in northern Europe - or was it Asia? - the snow on the ground had kept Joanie's mood fairly bleak. Combine that with her chronic exhaustion from doing more frequent and complex magic than she was used to with sleep deprivation and hunger, and she was a time bomb waiting to go off.
This normally would have been fine, as the people in the town seemed to not even notice that she existed. But she heard the sound of footsteps behind her, and though no impact was made, she recoiled as if it had been. Whirling about in a quick turn, she faced the young woman that had committed the grievous offense of almost bumping into her on a crowded street. "Hey!" she snapped, cheeks flushing with irritation. "Watch where you're walking, okay?" A few nearby villagers paused at the unfamiliar tongue, trading odd looks and peering at her curiously.
"That was brilliant, dear. Would you like to cast a spell now and properly stigmatize yourself?"
Pushing the voice from her mind, she stared at the girl, eyes wide. "Sor-" She cut herself off, realizing that more English would only drill another nail into her coffin. So she merely made a noise of apology - it sounded like "uhhhnnnn-eh?" - while shrugging and wearing an apologetic expression. She then quickly turned, hoping to get the hell out of there.