That was what brought her out of her thoughts and back to the present. A single syllable. Unfortunately, one spoken by the smelly, ugly brat who'd grabbed her ass the day before. She would have thought shooting at him and slamming his testicles into his body would have made him cower away from her. Apparently, this one was dumber than most. That, or he had a sick need for pain. Either way he was clearly happier to see her than she was to see him. Particularly since she was pretty sure that opening fire on him again would only make him more inclined to follow her around. Some dogs, apparently, really did like to be whipped, and he seemed to be one of them.
"Come any closer, and you'll see just how good my aim is and I'll get to see whether or not you can regrow body parts," she growled menacingly in warning. No one could blame her for shooting him if she warned him first, right? One of the many benefits of leaving Haven: no one to complain if she shot someone, and no annoying little ferals to make her want to.