"What do you mean fuck no?" Tobias hissed as his eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets as he reached out and grabbed the woman by her shoulders and shook her. "You have to!"
Undeterred by an angry man, Yrsula crossed her arm, and then turned her head to the side again. "I don't have to do anything, asshole."
"Fine. You won't help me willingly. I can find another way..." the puppet master warned with a venomous dare.
Without another thought being needed, she grabbed one of the knives that had be used to cut up herbs Tobias had left haphazardly on the piss-poor stove he used. It hadn't been the best idea in the world - but it was the only one she knew would help her keep her autonomy.