When Marmalade felt a hand grip her arm, she was fully prepared to just shrug it off and keep walking. That is, until she got a look at who was touching her. It had crossed her mind to let this fool have his cake, but he made the mistake eating it. "Fish girl" she could handle, she heard it all the time, but telling her to mind her place? Something snapped. Marmalade felt the darkness creeping up on her like before. This time she forced it away. No matter how much she hated this racist bastard, she wasn't a murderer. Yet.

As soon ad his guards had gone, Marmalade connected her fist to his head, effectively knocking him over. Once he was down, she pinned him to the ground and leaned to whisper in his ear,
"If you ever touch me or speak to me in the way you did just now, I will cut you open and wear your guts as a scarf."
She moved away, her piercing emerald gaze burning into his eyes.

Not a moment later, she saw the guards returning and stood, keeping a tight hold of this nobleman.
"Oh. You seem to have tripped. Please, let me help you up." Marmalade said loudly and not without a note of sarcasm. After hoisting him to his feet, she spoke more quietly, "And mind how you talk to my friends. Do we have an accord?"