Haski

Rut, having minded her own business and not realizing it was her that was being addressed, squints her eyes at the gentleman. She looks him up and down, wrinkles her nose and takes a huge step back with a disgusted, even slightly nervous expression. "Why lat care? Buzz off." But she's already walking away with a brisk pace herself. That fella was way too clean and neatly dressed, and she had places to be.