Before tonight, Marina wouldn't have had any problem dancing with Rodeo and letting him get lost from whatever was weighing so heavily on him. She would have let him do that for as long as he needed. It was true that her gratitude continued, even now that her bruises were gone, but she didn't see that as a bad thing. She was getting the chance to basically become a whole different person here at the Dog Park. She didn't have the same kinds of fears and worries she had when traveling wtih Los Nahuales. She didn't have to be tough while simultaneously walking on eggshells. She could be the sweet person that Rodeo had gotten to know and she'd enjoyed it.
But now, that was over. Just because she'd allowed herself to become soft in the past several weeks didn't mean she'd forgotten where she came from. Putting her defenses back up was like riding a bike -- something she couldn't forget no matter how hard she tried. She'd been fighting her instincts and retracting her claws here, but now she was at the same breaking point she'd met with Emmanual but she didn't have years of loyalty and love for the man angering her this time. It would be so much easier to just rip into Rodeo and say all the things she hadn't been able to say to Emmanual.
She turned to glare at the moron of a girl who was still lingering in the peripherals in hopes that Rodeo would abandon Marina to dance with her instead. Raising her eyebrows, she snapped, "What are you still doing here? Move. Now." Marina watched the bitch scamper before turning back to Rodeo, her gaze even harder now.
"I have a bad habit of not getting to know the devil before I hop into bed with him and you're just another example. Filthy prax dealer. If I'd known about that, I would never have come here. I'd rather be out there," she said, pointing vaguely towards the outside world, "with the shufflers than be in here. Do you even know what you're doing and who you're hurting? Do you even care?"