She paused to look at Sloth for a brief moment, smirk tugging at one of her mouth's corners in the most delicate way, before continuing to work. Hm, maybe some of them were more observant than she had given them credit for. She wasn't looking in the direction of mountains all the time, one longer glance didn't count as 'all the time'. Still, he had noticed and drawn the right conclusions. But she wouldn't give him any more regard than that until her task was finished. Thankfully, it shouldn't take much longer.

Meanwhile, Blondie had decided to step up and start talking. Of course he couldn't keep his trap shut and all that spewed from it was blatantly rude. Sybille resisted the urge to show just what she thought about the way he had called her. No one had rights to call her bitch. No one. (Alright, she knew she was one, but it didn't mean anyone got to call her that.) The woman gathered bits of grass and stored in her bag, on top of leaf cuts and turned around to face him, sheathing her knife. One hand propped on her hip, her pose was that of confidence.

He accused them of being rude and she was inclined to agree that at least nail picking was not only rude, but disgusting as well. Still, he had been first to cross the line with name calling. And when he finished pointing out their Sins, which slightly amused Sybille, she figured it'd be as good time as any to say her share. Before Blondie's head blew up. She could imagine animated anger vein pulsating on his temple.

"It seems like there are few things we do need to clear up," she spoke in tone that was nearly agreeable, pleasant smile playing on her lips while her eyes were ice cold. "First, I do not have to show you any respect, if you don't plan to give any in return." She paused, for briefest moment, now staring Sloth down. "Second, I don't do anyone's work for them, especially if they're not paying."

She never got to her third point when T-Rex nearly literally popped up. For moment, her mouth hung open at the scene before her, the horror not entirely registering and then she ducked, moving quickly to disappear in the grass. Hopefully, she'd find something to hide behind and wait this out. It wasn't like she could take the dinosaur out on her own with knife or even her revolver. And it didn't look like others were up for the fight either.. The thing had just eaten Blondie up!

And then it all went so bright, Sybille had to shield her eyes. They were where they had been few minutes ago, freshly landed in prehistoric era. She moved to grab her bag, biting back a soft curse when she found that the leaves and grass wasn't in it, then proceeded to strap her weapons on once more, mentally grinding teeth about new found information. For once, she shared Blondie's sentiment. "If there is any more information we might need to know, this would be a good time to share it," the woman bit out.

Then she turned to look at Blondie - Harvey was his name, but she thought that his hair color was perfect for his blunt idiocy - with quirked eyebrow. "Why don't you shout some more to attract another hungry form of wild life?" she asked in sweet tone. Seriously, if the woman that had thrown them into this and seemed to think she was their mission's leader heard anything they said, the loudness of their voice didn't matter at all.

Mikaela decided to address the third point of her speech that she hadn't gotten around to before due to the unfortunate accident with T-Rex. The thought they couldn't actually die was somewhat reassuring, but the knowledge of penalty they would gain instead wasn't so much. "I don't really care if you all plan to stroll through the grass aimlessly or head into the forest where you'll probably get lost as soon as you lose sight of edge, but I am heading to mountains for possible shelter and view point," she nodded her head in that direction, "keeping on the edge of forest for cover. If anyone wants, they can follow."

With that, she began walking. As much as she hated that her work with leaf and grass cutting was wasted, she'd go without a hat for a while more. Maybe she'd make one on her short break after few hours. She walked by Wrath (the brutal, short sighted sin seemed to match the man perfectly) and decided to add something in tone that didn't sound anywhere as conceited as her words, loud enough for the group to hear: "My name is Sybille Mikaela Lucier, by the way. Ms Lucier for you." The men most likely would not recognize the name, but the women... There was a high chance they would, if they ever opened any decent magazine or took note of ads.