The "kindly" smile on Lorne's face made the green-haired young lady pause. Then the fury of being insulted surged straight to her head.
"What nonsense are you spouting?!" she retorted shrilly. "Let go of my hand! Right now!"
That look... a novice Beyonder? She thinks she's above ordinary people and feels an intense sense of superiority around them. Lorne's smile never faded, but his left hand remained firmly clamped around her wrist.
Hazel struggled hard, and the strength of his grip made her expression change.
How was this possible?
How could this man be so strong!
"Let go! Let go! You insolent brute, let go of me!" She began struggling violently, bringing up her other hand to shove at Lorne.
Just as she put all her strength into it, leaning back so far that she was almost horizontal, Lorne suddenly let go.
"Ah!"
With a brief cry, she landed hard on the ground.
"Not a high Sequence. Not the combat-oriented type."
Lorne looked down at her and immediately reached a conclusion. Her Sequence wasn't high, and she had no combat experience whatsoever.
While she was still sitting on the ground in a daze, Lorne raised the camera again and aimed it at her disheveled, red-faced figure.
Click!
Click!
"Hmm, a nice shot."
"No, don't take pictures! You-what exactly do you want?!" Hazel covered her face with her hand, burning with shame and anger. Never in her life had she suffered such humiliation!
"What do I want? I'd like to ask what you wanted, Miss Thief."
"I'm not a thief!" Hazel protested loudly.
"Not a thief?" Lorne raised the camera and gently waved it in front of her. "Then how do you explain these pictures?"
"Give it to me!"
Hazel lunged forward with all her strength, trying to snatch the camera