The smartass ant reminded Melanie of herself, and she didn't like that. Making a show of looking him up and down, she crossed her upper two arms, and set the other two on her hips. After scrutinizing him thoroughly, Melanie held her mere a little tighter and nudged Walsh behind his back where he had his mace. Though the sex break was nice, it still hadn't fully taken the edge off of the day, and she was already feeling just a tad irritable before the ant's worthless answer. "Hey bud, let's say that hypothetically, purely hypothetically, a couple of wayward travelers weren't big fans of your tone of voice. Now again, this is purely hypothetical, but I'm of the impression that a humble gatherer, such as yourself, might not exactly be missed all that much by their chief if they were to go missing." She exaggerated a pair of air quotes as she waved her mere out in front of her, faking a cough into one of her elbows. "Missing, cough cough." With the threat made, she held her hands behind her back, smiling pleasantly as her narrowed eyes opened up again non-menacingly. "Sorry, where did you say that door was?"
[CHA 8+6=14]