Ezra really wasn't the type to fuck around. He couldn't. Last time he'd trusted anyone, it had ended in him nearly dead, and Emilie raped and only slightly better off physically than he'd been. So he didn't balk in the slightest at her haughty stance, instead reaching behind him to pull the splitting maul free from his back.
He held the heavy tool by his side, so she could see it, knowing that it would be simple for him to swing. He didn't bother answering her, eyes hard, unyielding. He'd asked a question and he was waiting for an answer, and if she didn't give it, this wasn't going to be a pleasant encounter. He didn't like doing it, but he was efficient, and that was how the world worked now.