Rhiannon spoke loudly, turning to watch Kaarena as she made to leave, her hands pressed flat to her hips and brows knitted together in a harsh glare. Rhiannon was honestly not a terrible person but her hatred for Syndicate ran deep from years of blame, anger and the crushing loss of her sister and the fact that one of them was only feet before her was bringing out the worse in her. She did not care that she was being rude, when Kaarena had not done anything because to her, she had done everything wrong that a person possibly could.
The fact that she was accepted back within their walls was utterly perplexing.