[She met his gaze and held it. It didn't bother her in the slightest that he wasn't being polite. Vie would treat Tony with the same respect that he did her: none.]

Who ever said I was speaking to you? The last I checked I was free to speak as I pleased.

[It was an immature argument, but one she would hold. Vie turned her attention to the bookshelf beside her and reached to loosely hold the edge of the shelf.]

Don't let me stop you. This isn't an area you normally come to, anyway.