Nita let up on her verbal attack, leaning back with a sigh - which she followed up with a more relieved one, once she caught sight of Glorfindel.

"Could be better, definitely. ... Don't suppose you'd be up for a game of good-cop-bad-cop with these weeds? Trying to make them move elsewhere to where they'll do everyone less damage, themselves included."

That last part came with another barbed glare at the plants in question.