The grin on Sol's face was wiped away, and replaced with a cold look as she spoke.
Is this girl... stupid?... he thought...
Moved his right arm away from her, but his other arm still grasping her shoulder, even harder. Taking his eyes off her, raised his chin higher, looking to the ceiling for a few seconds then closing his eyes, wondering whether he should explain or not.
He took out a golden ligher and another cardi joint he prepared earlier from his pocket, put the joint in his lips and lighted it. The golden lighter had a sun emblazoned on its body, shining a dim light to Sol's face as he lighted his smoke.
Sol whiffed the gray smoke towards Anna's face, still keeping the cold look. As soon as the smoke dissipated, and Anna's face could be seen, Sol spoke with a slow pace, yet loud and clear, as if to help her understand better.
"Little girl... Did you think that... you could get away with this?...
Did you think that, you could wave your gun around, shoot this and that, and when you felt like it, you could just say sorry and move on?...
Do you think that, those big bad people, would let you have your life, after this?..."
He let out a long sigh...
"I think... NOT!
If you want to speak, I am not the right person...
Speak to the annoying people when we are back in Malta who think they are better than me!
...but don't expect to be heard..."
He did not know, should he feel sorry for her, or feel amused by her naive thinking...
