Kira knew it was foolish to grow complacent in this city. To allow her guard to drop so much, that for a moment she even felt some semblance of peace. It was true that Sacrosanct was not Russia, not even close to the same place where all her demons lingered and where her past hunted for her like a starving dog, but it was not some sanctuary either. The city was a breeding ground for supernatural, a melting pot of individuals from those who were broken to those down right damned that seemed to always be teetering on the edges of spilling it's toxic brew and unleashing it's hellish chemical reaction. Sure, the mayor tried to keep the lid down, but his painted picture of a safe harbor city was little more than a fallacy. Kira had seen it first hand, even heard whispers in the minds of strangers of all the darkness this city hid. Yet she remained. Every cell in her body seemed to scream at her to leave, to become a ghost in a sea of faces in another city, because the longer she stayed, the longer her past had to catch up to her. And yet she remained. Whatever force seemed to tether her, she just hoped she wouldn't regret not severing sooner.

Any semblance of calm the day had once harbored was shattered, or perhaps scorched would be a better way to describe the scene that befell cold blue eyes. Kira knew that Sacrosanct was full of oddities, but what she hadn't anticipated was the freakshow that stumbled past her, startling her from whatever calmness she had managed to find. Her body is quick to react, recoiling away from what it perceives as an attack before her icy gaze watches the woman practically dive into the water, attempting to put out flames that burnt away at the jacket she was wearing. It was a both simultaneously a horrifying sight and one so entirely bewildering. Kira however has little time to process what just happened before the woman only now seems to take notice of the white haired Were sitting so very close by, and in an instant both women glare at the other. Based on appearance alone, Kira could tell that this stranger was someone unpleasant, who's life was in shambles and they blamed everyone else for it rather than their own actions. People like that disgusted her, and immediately she became defensive and weary.

To make matters worse, the flaming freak show that was now glowering at her as if she had done something wrong by simply existing in the same space as her was drunk. How much she hated alcohol, a toxic poison that left people unpredictable in their actions usually drank by cowards running from something; how ironic for Kira then, a coward running from something who looked down on others forms of coping, even if it was a poor way to cope. Icy blue eyes watch closely as the woman speaks, trying desperately to read her lips to gain some understanding of what was surely being growled at her while also making sure she didn't make any sudden movement. Despite the clear barrier in communication, Kira still does not reach for her telepathy just yet, only going so far as to touch into the strangers mind to listen for any thoughts of aggression. However she did not expect the response she got to her signing, eyebrows furrowing down as her face reads nothing but disgust as the other woman seemingly mocks her with flamboyant hand gestures of her own in return. Kira had met crueler people that were less shitty than this lady, mocking her disability was really classy..

Her jaw clenches tightly then as she has to refrain from flipping the other woman off, a true show of restraint as her hands curl into fists at her side. The last thing she needed was to provoke this idiot into throwing some of that fire magic at her, though she wasn't sure if the stranger would be able to actually hit her or just burn the other sleeve off her jacket instead. All the Were's irritation is quickly shifted by the coffee she had enjoyed moments before now spilled into the sand. In those moments of surprise, she had dropped her cup in order to reel backwards in the sand away from the sight and scent of fire. And yet even then, as the stranger seems to finally understand what Kira is communicating this time, she shows little remorse. The second she suddenly starts moving towards her, Kira tenses. Despite the instinct within her telling her to run, she manages to hold her ground, crossing her arms over her chest in a very defiant, defensive show of body language to meet on the sass of the other womans.

Icy blue eyes narrow into a glare once more as she attempts to read the strangers lips again. Though this time, as the woman had moved closer and was talking exceptionally loud due to her drunken state, Kira could start to pick up some of her words. Minding her own business? She was certain that was what had been said, even if it was absurd. Kira wasn't trying to get the woman to buy her more coffee, but at the very least an apology would be nice...and yet it was apparent she was not about to get one as the stranger twists the events to suit her own narrative. Kira rolls of eyes then, another very obvious gesture the woman should be able to understand as sarcasm as she signs 'yeah, okay.' in response, even going so far as to mouth the words to perhaps help the idiot understand.

Despite the fact that it was obvious the Were was deaf, even partially, the other woman continued to prattle on. Kira strained to try and understand what was being slurred now, her facial features momentarily furrowing to show confusion before quickly being replaced with an annoyed expression again. Night? It wasn't even night, it was probably like 4 in the afternoon, the grey clouds looming overhead just blanketed out the sun. Even worse, was this lady really trying to insinuate that because Kira was deaf, she just...shouldn't go outside? She was far from helpless, being partially deaf was hardly a debilitating disability. And then it happens, quickly the blonde witch turns, dropping to her knees and vomiting all over the sand. Kira recoils back, stepping back several steps and looking away in disgust before the sight makes herself vomit. How absolutely disgusting this woman was.

Thankfully the water quickly washes the vomit away, allowing her blue gaze to return to eye the woman once more, though the annoyance it once held was replaced almost entirely with disgust. For a moment, she just watches the other woman sit on the ground, getting hit with each wave that came into shore. She almost didn't seem as hostile anymore, the angry expression she had once held gone, though Kira was weary it would reignite soon. The Were hardly pays any mind to what the stranger says now, not even trying to read her lips or focus on her voice as she simply did not care, instead her annoyance gets the better of her. "The only idiot here is you,"those words, coated in a russian accent, flow through the mental connection then that Kira was created as she simultaneously signs them. They would surely startle the woman, to hear another voice in her head. It might even take her a moment to match it with the Were before her. "Lighting yourself on fire, mocking and harassing someone with a disability who was just minding their own business, and now vomiting all over yourself,"she continues, the pointed words full of irritation, though each was true,"you're really something, aren't you?" The last bit seemed almost hissed with venom.

Perhaps Kira should have left already, taken her leave and slinked off back into hiding in the city. She was hardly a fighter, in fact she couldn't really fight at all. She had no sharp teeth or claws, and even worse no strong power to protect her. Any other day, she may very well have ran, scared of being attacked and killed over something so stupid. Yet today was different, she was so annoyed, so very upset that the only moment of peace she'd found had been ripped from her by this woman, that she wasn't about to back down. This crazy lady was going to waddle her drunk ass back to wherever she came long before Kira let her have this beach, her once refuge.