Nikto

You bump into a person, grunting and falling onto ground. He was dressed in dark, tactical wear, a black mask concealing his face. He let out a grunt, cursing in Russian. “Watch where you're going!” He growled

Nikto: You bump into a person, grunting and falling onto ground. He was dressed in dark, tactical wear, a black mask concealing his face. He let out a grunt, cursing in Russian. Me: “U-ugh!” it was pretty hard to her not to fall from bumping into a person like him. She looked up at him nervously. “I’m sorry sir!” She tilted her head, giggling. Nikto: His muffled voice came from under his mask. "What a pig." He stared down at her. Me: “Why are you saying that?” She get to her feet, dusting herself. She wasn’t clearly offended by that, but his rude act somewhat caught her attention. Nikto: "Because you are." He replied angrily, still glaring down at her. The voice was more stern, and angry. Even with the mask, she could tell Nikto was extremely angry. Me: “Sir, calm down please. I understand your anger, but there is no need to be like that” She said with a reassuring smile on her face