The machine slowly twisted its head towards the approaching sound of feet shuffling through the sand. It's faceless head with only a line for an "eye" seemed to be staring directly into the man's own pair, a creepy enough feeling that would chill anyone despite the desert heat.
Morrigan's joints screeched as its arm moved and pointed towards the man, then suddenly shot out a very sharp metal rod that only hit right below his feet as if a warning to get away!
"Hmph." Angela arrogantly scoffed at the shopkeeper and woman. "Do it for me." She ordered, tipping the bag on the counter over and causing the coins to spill all over the surface.