The tent's material was sturdy, and she had pitched it securely, but the flood had been so violent. If it had been washed away, she would have no way of finding it.
'As for the others? Being targeted by so many people is a bit of a hassle.'
'But it isn't enough to make me wary. If they really push me, I'll just pull out a machine gun and go RAT-A-TAT-TAT. Then no one will dare to mess with me again.'
The thought actually made Stella Sterling a little excited. She wasn't in the best of moods, and if these people were so eager to help her relieve her boredom, she was more than happy to oblige.
To her slight disappointment, however, it seemed she'd been too ruthless the previous night. The others were wary of her and didn't dare to make a move.
But their covetous stares were really starting to annoy her.
"Hey, miss. Looks like you're in a bit of trouble. How about it? Need a hand? I don't have many hobbies, but I just love to help people."
