Back turned, hand rested upon the womans right hip as steps would be taken, hair swishing behind. Swagger in her step, a fierce look upon her face scaring away any potential conversation starters. That was the last thing that she wanted to encounter, and had it not been for a necessary outing to retrieve groceries, she would have gladly kept inside that day. After all, being around too many people was not her forte. Ironic, seeing as she performed nightly for large crowds of people.
However, thoughts were quickly interrupted as she was pulled to a halt, nearly tripping backwards, arms flailing forward as well as one leg. Small yelp out of surprise, and she caught her balance as quickly as possible. An attempt at walking forwards once again, only to remain stuck in her spot. Irritation quickly overtook Hancock, and with furrowed brows she turned her head at the neck, looking behind her, and her frown became more prominent as she lay eyes upon the stranger behind her.
Low growl, “Excuse me, sir--” Emphasis on the final word, an attempt to showcase the annoyance she felt with him. “You’re stepping on my dress. Maybe watch where you step next time, and don’t get so close to me.”