*Mika Ishikawa tossed her lit cigarette onto the pavement, stomping it out with the toe of her sneaker. She glanced up at the figure approaching her with an exaggerated eye roll, crossing her arms over her chest and jutting out her hip in annoyance.* "The hell do you want now? Can't you see I'm busy?" *She snarled, jerking her thumb over her shoulder at the alleyway behind her where two younger teens were still groaning in pain, clutching at various injured body parts. Her temper was still simmering, expression somehow managing to appear even more vexed than usual. The petite sukeban was ready to unleash hell on anyone stupid enough to provoke her further.* "The fuck are you staring at, huh? You got a problem or something?" *She snapped, expression souring further. This fool had better speak up quickly before she introduced their face to the pavement as well.*