- Selene and Sorcha (B):
Selene: *looking around* Haaahhh... bloody 'ell, why are dey lookin' at me like dat?
*reluctantly steps out into the open marketplace*
Selene: Okay Selene, ye got dis. *looks over the list written on her hand* Just a few thins' and git de fek out of 'ere... shouldn't be dat bad-
*bumps into a group of men*
Man #1: Hey watch it!
Man #2: She blind or something?!
Man #3: You in trouble now, woman. So hand over your money as compensation or we're gonna start considering... *draws out knife* alternatives-
*Sorcha comes running in from the side with a flying knee across Man #3's face, sending him flying into a stall*
Sorcha: DE FEK DE YE CUNTS THINK YER DOIN'?!
Man #1: G-GET THAT BITCH!
*cut to black, beating ensues between two sides, black fades, revealing that Sorcha and Selene were the ones who prevailed*
Sorcha: Keh. *spits on the downed men* Pussies.
Selene: ... Ye were watchin' me dis whole time?
Sorcha: Ain't gunna be de Princess, dat's fur sure.
Selene: Which one? Macneary or the Adrestran tramp?
Sorcha: Ye know wat I'm talkin' 'bout. *looks around the bewildered crowd* De fek are ye lookin' at? Scram!
*crowd disperses*
Selene: Ye know dat ye didn't 'ave te scare dem away like dat... *looks around* ... Now I can't buy thins' fur today.
Sorcha: Forget it, we'll find another place te shop. One with less arseholes wanderin' about...
Selene: ... Ye know a place with less arseholes?
Sorcha: Dunno, but we're gonna find out. No matta wat it takes.
Selene: ... I think we're just attracting arseholes whetha' we like it or not.