She Questions!

The winged woman stops dead in the air, her powerful downstrokes keeping her aloft. She is scowling... such an unfitting expression for one so beautiful. The wind at this height whips her naturally curly lockes across her face, her eyes boring into you, as if she can see right through you.

"Who the hell are you?" She barks at you, as her hand slowly reaches for her trusty weapon of choice.