Riffraff hadn't at all been surprised by being relocated into a place like this. It was obvious what was going on. MI6 had caught up with her and kidnapped her. They were going to force her to work on some horrible government project. That was just it right there. Well, she wasn't going to make it damned easy on them, that was for sure! She had neglected to check her living quarters for anything weaponable and missed whatever personal objects had been there. She'd just gone out, in her clothes from the night before, and went to look for whatever might be helpful. She wanted to take apart the computer they'd provided her but... There would've been no benefit in that. Not yet.
So she'd gone browsing and that had led her to a hardware store. Perfect. Battle Bots, here she comes. She had a couple of arm baskets set around the store in various places and at the moment, she was in the nuts and bolts section which was far more than just nuts and bolts. Nails, nuts, bolts, ball bearings, hinges, wiring... All of that was going into the basket. Riff was entirely startled to hear someone call out to her (as she had neglected to read the message on her computer). Go figure. They wanted her to work with ingrates. Fucking Secret Intelligence Service.
In her time in the hardware store, she had thought to stick a hammer in a belt loop and now, she pulled it out, handling it like she knew how. She stepped out to meet the man who'd called out, holding on to the hammer in a white knuckled fashion, "Look. I don't know who the bloody Hell you are but if you thi--" Her voice cut off when she got a good long look at the guy. "Oh bleedin' fuck monkeys. Stay out of my way." Apparently Cathair did not look very threatening to her. Must've been the hairdo. She turned sharply and stalked back down the aisle, returning to filling up the basket present.