As she remained crouched close to the ground, looking at different plants and checking them in her encyclopedia, she heard a loud sigh that seemed to originate from a tree perpendicular to where she was. She looked up to see a large man, laying in the tree, with his one leg hanging off. Cynthia stood up and stared sharply at the man up in the tree. With eyes as cold as ice. She really had no patience right now, after all her peaceful mood had just been ruined thanks to this person.
"What the hell are you sighing for, huh?!" she said in a crude and agitated tone of voice to the man. She didn't particularly care about him, although since he had ruined her good mood, he was currently at the top of her shit list.