More bricks...?

Ortana idled around near the entrance of the sect’s lair. One would get intimidated by her presence, especially considering her rotten past, a past which reeked with the severe lack of loyalty, but still it was pointless to fear her. She was a mere stingray, after all, and she didn’t have much firepower on her, if not at all so she couldn’t do any direct harm.

Tim was aware of that, so he approached her confidently, and then scolded. “What the hell are you doing here? Who was dumb enough to let you get near the sect?”

“John,” The other was quick to answer, and then she pressured. “Watch your tone there, Terrence, I’m a proud member of this sect, so you can’t talk to me like that! You can’t deny my long long membership.”

“Don’t lecture me, you left me for dead! I could’ve been eaten by sharks, lady!” He countered.

“But you’re not dead, so what are you mad about? You large baby you!” She yelled.