Justice's fingers itched for his gun. Even for him, it was an unreasonable reaction, but something about the spic girl's snotty tone and demand that he not come near her made him yearn to plug her in the head with a 9mm hollow point. They'd see how fucking smart she thought she was then. His dark glower lingered on her, and he didn't even bother to look at the idiotic kid who was spouting off a bunch of random nonsense about snow.
"Fuck you, I don't need your fuckin' life story," he said to her finally, his voice gravelly, before looking around at the assorted inferior bloodlines surrounding him again. Why the fucking shit was he here? Was it some bizarre kind of punishment? He shifted his weight, on the verge of turning and storming down the stairs to find either answers to his question or an escape route.