Location: Rinn, Supplies Shelter
Objective: One, distribute supplies to the local people
Nearby: Qyren Vessk
Téa sighed almost immediately after the Senior Minister opened his mouth. "What Mr. St Claire meant was... due to the-... desperation that these people are facing and the lack of funding that we are currently receiving in order to support the less advantaged, they can get rather, aggressive or rude at times. That of course does not excuse calling them "horrible", right, John?"
The man grunted abruptly in response, turning his attention to the crowds once more. Things had certaintly picked up but despite the low temperature and the freezing conditions, the two officials appeared unaffected as if they had grown so accustom to it after hours of standing out in the conditions; no, days.
"I can defend myself thank you very much. I don't need patronized by my sub-ordinate." The woman went quiet, she hesitated as if she was going to dispute but stood obediently at what he was going to say next. He sounded stern when speaking, but at the same time calm as if he knew the respect he commanded. "While we're both aware of what the Republic is playing these relief efforts off as, don't fool me for one second that some "benevolent" outside force could ever care as much for these people as I do. After standing out in the cold forwhat seems to have been months on end waiting for the idiots running the establishment to throw us some pennies to do our jobs and receiving nothing, you'll have to excuse my use of humor to stop the swelling tumor of loathing that is building in my head."
Another sigh escaped her lips. She was done fighting with him at this point.
Edited by Téa Kensington-Evans, 13 March 2018 - 02:55 AM.