Snippet #1933802

Namie sniffed indignantly and hopped off the counter, crossing her arms. Her attitude was emerging. "Does it matter? Thanks to me, we have money. Besides, it's not like the guy knew it was me. If everyone suspected us, we wouldn't be here." Sighed turned away, heading towards the door. On her way out, she added, "And now, I'm going to do it again." She slammed the door on her way out instead of phasing through, if only just for the sake of slamming it. 

After storming out, Namie paused after disembarking the porch. She looked about, feeling... watched. She shrugged and began weaving through the trees, not wanting to overuse her power. She didn't have a real goal in mind; she didn't feel like stealing again though she said she was going to. Namie settled for walking aimlessly about the forest, looking for something to do.