-Kincaid Darkwood-
Kincaid turned to face the large man, and chuckled. She had to stop herself from reflexively attacking him. "Well, if you must ask, it's because unlike the uncultured swine of this country I'm able to afford fashionable dress. Now if you'll excuse me." She quickly turned back around, walking away from Briggs hastily. That was when she was run into by Phoebe. She sighed loudly, looking up. If she had to chew out another student, she'd snap.
It surprised Kincaid how polite the woman was. She smiled, and shook her head. "Unfortunately, I can't take that honor, my dear. It was the last custom order from Loulou de La Falaise made before she passed away. It cost a small fortune to get her to design it for me. Of course, it was nothing for how much my job pays." Kincaid laughed quietly, unable to hide the grin on her face. They'd find out soon enough what she did.
To her dismay, she heard yet another voice. He was spouting flatteries at her, and the response she had was a loud groan. Her movements were second nature to her. On the next step forward she turned, driving her fist into Charles' stomach with force that one wouldn't expect from her frame. She grabbed his chin in the same movement, not giving him a chance to move. Her face was cold, nothing showing except a cool hatred. "If you flirt with me, I'll break your ribs. Do I make myself clear, you filthy pig?" She let go of his chin, and stood upright. She turned on her heel, and then continued walking towards the gym.