Dominique rolled her eyes. Having not being used to people giving a flying pig's arse what she was doing half of the time anymore, she really wasn't too happy about this. Who did this woman think she was, anyway? Ignoring her open fire, she took a long and slow, deliberate sip of her Coke. The "kid" part caught her attention and she snapped her gaze up to the other woman's with a narrowing of her eyes.
"I am not a kid. Now, I suggest if you wish for people to listen to you around here you would want to refrain from using derogatory terms. Okay? I don't give a bloody stuff about your government. If they hated me so much, they would have thrown a fit back when I tried to expand some elderly bird's apartment. Plus, the constant rain, vampires and other nasty blokes running about? They're not going to care about some fictional character levitating fries."