Man #1: Son of a–!

Camellia: I think you should leave now.

Reseda: What, so soon? Don’t you want your knife back?

Man #2: Back off, man! Whatever she’s on, you don’t wanna mess with that!

Reseda: Cretins. Are you hurt, Master?

Camellia: Reseda, I–How can you ask that? You’re the one who–