After initial shock of the man’s actions disappeared, it was replaced with mere irritation and annoyance. Out of all the people she had to be stuck in the middle of nowhere with, it was a deranged psychotic. The thing that she liked about people was that, usually, you could make a reasonable guess and estimate about how they’re going to react to something. Obviously deviations occurred, but trying to speculation on the actions of the man who just flipped out, decided to rip out the entrails of a dead deer, and charge someone… is, to say the least, annoyingly difficult.

She gave herself several seconds to properly think what she knew through. Frankly, she didn’t know much about official psychology, nor about mental illness. Usually, her experience with people gave her more than enough information to muster up the necessary people skills – knowing the science behind it was never particularly necessary. She now regretted that decision greatly. She would just have to do what she always did. Fake, fake and fake absolutely everything. Her usual method for dealing with idiots in the middle of a mental breakdown would have to do.

“Oh [i]come on[/I],” she said, making her voice sound exasperatedly aggressive. “Are you a fucking idiot? Do you literally have fuck-all in that head of yours?” She moved over to the mass of the pathetic man, she knelt down to ground and forcibly grabbed his neck and collar. Using all of her upper body strength, she forced him to face the sky. “You believe all of this?!” she barked into his face the second his body was upwards, and gripped down tighter on his neck, keeping it forced to the ground. “Really?! Tell me, what’s more likely?! That someone’s playing a goddamn prank, or that we’ve been put into some battle fucking royale where tarot cards give us magical powers?! So yes, I expect you to [i]remain calm[/I].”