The Amazon leaned over, so very closely, her voice dropping. She had no real desire to be this close to this man, but yelling at him and talking civilly didn't seem to work.
"I don't care if you're the grand empress pooba of Dyton. You're leaving now." Zoe yanked the man up and started to "guide" him to the door. "This is the City, not the gorram Twelve Colonies, tah mah duh hwoon dahn."*
She wasn't being nice. There was no nice about it. The warrior woman had had enough of fighting in a suit for a while, and she was ready to deal with an offender without being in disguise. She wanted to handle a situation without hiding behind a mask, and while this wasn't the worst she'd seen since she'd come to the City, in fact it was a little mild, she wasn't going to put up with it.
"Now, you can go the rest of the way on your own, or I can help you, dong-ma?"^ She paused, giving him the chance to walk himself out before she did give him a good shove out the door.