“You probably don’t know this because you came from under a rock, but this is my turf and whatever is going on in these walls is my business.”
When he glanced over her again, her eyes widened and she fumed, feeling like she might explode at any moment. "Oh, spare me the ridiculous implication that you're a person of importance. I've known rocks more apt to be in charge of 'turf' than you are." She rolled the pod of blinding powder in her palm, thinking it'd be an ironic sort of punishment. His challenging, snide expression merited temporary blindness alone. She pressed her lips together instead, turning her head dismissively. There were bigger things to focus on than Dolain, and more importantly her pride. "I'm trying to look for someone, so if you don't mind, it's best if you just leave."
When Lalin came over though, Falina already found herself taking a step back. Not only was she still furious with the elf, but in Falina's experience, if you were trample size, you avoided the paths of women scorned. The dwarf passive aggressively didn't return the small greeting, stepping further aside as Lalin swung the bow. Great, as if her own dramatics and anger hadn't drawn attention. She lifted a small hand to wave in parting at Darrian, who was probably more confused than anyone, and then walked the few short feet to where Ordhan was standing.
"So's the leadership conference over? Has anything been decided or are we just bumbling around the Alienage waiting for the guilty party to stumble into our laps?" As soon of the words were out of her mouth, her expression immediately softened. "Sorry Ordhan- I- you didn't deserve that." And then Falina mumbled something that sounded similar to 'too much time with Cormac, I suppose'.
"Really, I'm just-" Tense? Insecure? Sixteen years old? "I snap at you cause my feelings get hurt, I'm tired, and I'm certain that Dolain hit on me, could today get any worse?" She smiled weakly, hoping that Ordhan would at least appreciate the attempted joke.