Jason didn't know what a cigarette was... ah, that was indeed a shame. Nerys supposed that sort of thing was normal, perhaps she'd eventually find them and share them with the man. After all, it seemed they could share vices quite a bit, and to be fair they were a pretty reasonable match up. "It's another vice, like drinking but instead of liquid to make your stomach all heavy... it's just like, tasty smoke you inhale. Definitely relaxing... most relaxing thing ever after a meal, sex, a stressful day at work," mentioned Nerys, who'd used said vice in all of those instances. The Hero Jason would have enjoyed the indulgences of the modern era, Nerys was sure of this. They really could have been friends given how many interesting things Nerys could have showed him. Ah, but instead he was getting a lesson in what a dumb bratty woman from the modern era was like instead.
Kolin looked enraged when Nerys laughed, of course she'd been about to fly off the handle about it but... she was rather suddenly on the floor. Pain in her legs. Oh... right. She was not really in charge here. She'd just shorted Jason in some way. She'd disappointed him. That wasn't good at all was it? No, no it wasn't. Now there was a boot on the side of her face and she was being kept quite literally underfoot. He was quite right, he hadn't said she could do this, but it shouldn't matter, Nerys was hers, and she wanted her to suffer. It was literally his own fault she was like this... why didn't he understand? Muffled cries came from Kolin in this moment as she tried to think... what should she say now? Well, he'd mentioned his preferences originally right? "Big tits, a nice ass and ready to happily please, begging for cock. Sloppy happy sluts!" these were the words which came from Kolin slightly muffled underfoot. Now... Nerys wasn't into violence per se but, in this case, she knew. She knew that Kolin had been very much trying her hardest to make her have a bad day. She heard the words of the sorceress Merlyn, she was literally watching Kolin make the same choices over and over again and have it turn out badly. Her own rage and need to be vindictive against someone innocent to her was something Nerys had seen before. She thought back to the original King and Queen of Zuria and she knew... she knew this woman hated her just for being chosen and there was nothing she could have done to sway her. The only difference was... Nerys didn't simply cower behind the idea of the threats this time... she laughed in the face of them and watched as this crazed woman received retribution at least once. Still Nerys managed to stifle her giggle, she was too pleased. She was free of Kolin's influence so she could now... do as she wished right? Ah, but what did Nerys wish? She'd give time for a break before addressing the Captain of the Argo a bit more directly. Actually, now would be another great time for a cigarette.