Larassa grinned devilishly, her sharp canines showing, at the soldier's demand and said slyly, "Whatcha gonna do, pretty boy? Make me?" This said, she let out a low growl, her wolf tail making a slight appearance behind her as a slight breeze brushed over the area.
In a flash, Larassa's eyes shifted to a golden, glowing color before she blinked and they went back to their normal gold-brown color. She took in another breath of her cigarette and blew out the smoke towards the soldier, hoping that he hadn't noticed her eye color change. She wasn't about to explain to some unknown soldier her genetic enhancements and abilities.
The other soldiers here were too wary of Larassa to give her a good fight, verbal or physical, but maybe this one was different and would. Larassa loved adrenaline rushes more than anything, most likely due to her wolf genes, and fights always gave her one.
Not moving a muscle as the mutant punk blew smoke in his face, Tarkov formulated a response faster than most people could have even registered the offense. This mutant was quite the performer, wasn't she? He knew she would likely make a big scene if he tried to remove the cigarette or do some impressive move.
He had no energy or patience for such games. He rarely ever did. Plus, he had a crowd watching.
Tarkov cocked his head to one side and looked the girl up and down before responding, "No. I'm going to let you do whatever you want. You'll get yourself killed soon enough, and I will only have to worry about leading men and women who actually want to be led."
Shooting a short glance at the watching troops, Tarkov then turned on his heel and walked back to his equipment. Over his shoulder, he added, "I'd appreciate it if you tried to kill yourself elsewhere though." He then sat down on his crate, picking up a rifle part and a rag before he began calmly cleaning his gear again.