During her formative years, Yang trained a lot with her uncle Qrow. While her fighting style more closely reflects her father, she can not deny the invaluable mentor-ship provided by her uncle. And as he trained Yang (and Ruby), uncle Qrow called her by the nickname he had chosen for her.
He would call her 'Firecracker'.
And the exact event we observe presently gives credence to the nickname. Fiery… explosive… and goes off without warning.
She still is on her feet, palms pressed to the top of the table as her wide eyes stare down at Clint. She is solely focused on him after the initial outburst, and slowly her mind catches up with the rest of the world around her. Lady's words do well to draw her back into the present, but she doesn't heed them. She only hears Lady, but she isn't listening. The same would be said for Stephen and Mec's words, for their calls to calm the situation created solely by Yang Xia Long.
But when Cayde speaks, she does focus on his words moreso than the others. But her focus, her eyes, stay locked on Clint's eyes. And it's then that something surprising happens. Clint doesn't back down, at all. Normally at this point someone she has directed this fiery rhetoric towards have a least flinched. But Clint… he did the opposite. He stares right back at her. And this informs Yang of a few big things in regard to Clint. That simple gesture of not backing away at all has told Yang much about him.
He's confident to think he can hold his own in any fight. He isn't afraid to express himself, or stand up for what he is or says. And he doesn't take any bull from anyone.
Yang admires that.
Unfortunately, Clint walked into Yang's seeming trap. Suddenly she grins a little, and leans towards Clint a little as she speaks in a lower tone (Lady did say to keep her voice down)
"Oh, don't like it when someone says something ignorant about ya? Then don't say ignorant things about people."
Now Clint, being of keen observer, would have seen something in the few moments of Yang's anger. As her eyes watched his eyes, her own would seem to flicker from a more gentle lavender purple color to a crimson and blood red. Her eyes didn't flash (as many stereotypical tough guys like to do), they just slipped from one color to another and then back again. Perhaps it was to fast for others to notice, but given how Clint now has his focus on her, perhaps he did. But then, it's also super possible he couldn't care less about such a thing.
Clint continues to speak, and once more she silently appreciates his words and feelings. Because she would probably have said something similar. Yang's form noticeably calms, now longer is she trying to press her hands through the tabletop. Now she would lean up to her full height, a small scowl drawn across her face. Reaching back, she grasps the chair she had almost thrown across the room from getting up so quickly and pulls it closer to herself. Kind of just dropping into a sitting position in the chair, she FINALLY tears her eyes from Clint to look towards Cayde. A small nod and smile are offered him, seeming she is agreeing silently with Clint's appreciation of him sharing.
"Hey" she says abruptly, a sharp tone in her voice. She looks back towards Clint as she speaks
"I don't have a long game, dude. And it ain't a scheme. It's called being a cool pal." Her words are genuine… but there is something else there. She sounds… faintly insulted by what Clint is insinuating? Yes most definitely. Of all the truths concerning our favorite Firecracker, it's that she is wholly honest.
"And if I had some long game or whatever… how the hell would buying you noodles bring me closer to wining? That's just a bad plan, man."
She pauses and glances down, scooping up her chopsticks once more as she speaks, keeping her eyes down.
"Okay, I'm sorry too. Shouldn't have popped off like that."
For Yang to suddenly apologize as such.. may seem a bit out of character for her. But when she acts to harshly, she is woman enough to admit it. And since Clint said he was sorry... so does Yang. Can't have him one upping her and all, amiright?
Now for your indulgence, an added narrative for this story of Strangers on Remnant. A small glimpse towards another Stranger…
The continent of Solitas, specifically towards the eastern edge. On this piece of the world, one would find the amazing floating city of Atlas. And the less amazing and non-floating city of Mantle. Now Solitas is, frankly, cold. Most all of Solitas is covered by cold and ice. Atlas is on the western edge of the continent, and acts as a beacon of light for the rest of the world. But the farther you go east along the continent… the less hospitable it gets. There was once a military base in western Solitas, but over time it was just to difficult to keep it running. Or more specifically, keep it hospitable enough for life to exist. Despite that fact, there is life here. Let us look towards the mountains along the eastern rim of Solitas. While there is life, there isn't much. But where we will focus is not
on the mountains… but below them.
Unbeknowst to most all of Remnant, save for literally a handful of people, there is a network of vast tunnels under the mountains. Some of the tunnels are just below the surface… while others descend miles down into Remnant. This isn't something born of the Atlas military, it is something else. Something far more sinister. These tunnels have been here for ages, and yet never once has someone accidentally come across them. Not in all these centuries. As there is no visible entrance to the caves and tunnels from the surface. It is all self contained, save for some hidden vents along the mountain range. The only way into the tunnels is by permission of the tunnel's master, through a means none other of this world possesses.
Deep within the tunnels, darkness reigns. But tube like light fixtures along the tunnel walls begin to slowly come to life to illuminate the darkness. And after a moment, one of the tunnel walls abruptly begins to form a green energy. The energy swirls and lights up the tunnels for almost half a mile. The energy expands, looking almost like a tunnel itself with a 30 foot diameter. In the middle of that energy, something black forms. A shadow? A shadow obscured by light. The shadow begins to gain form, and it is seen as a human. A calmed and sassy stride. The shadow now begins to form details as the human comes to the end of the portal, and with the click of heels she walks along the cold ground of the tunnels. Each step accompanied by a
'clack clack clack clack' sound.
She is clad in red, black and gold. Her form bundled under a form fitting jacket, her hands tucked into pockets. Her long hair sways as she proceeds down the tunnel, seeming to know precisely where she is going. Along the walls there are various panels and controls and holographic readout. Any scientist from Atlas would be like a kid in a candy shop here.
After walking for almost 5 minutes, she comes into what is the main cavern of this tunnel system. It is dark in here, but enough light to make out things. Glowing panels and display have been constructed on nearly every piece of real estate of the cavern. And the master of this tunnel system, he sits in his chair staring at a holographic screen. On the screen, analytical statistics of 4 different kinds of Grimm. He doens't look away from the screen as the woman stops, staring at him expectantly through amber color eyes. A voice finally from the one observing the Grimm
"CinderFall. I am pleased to be graced with your presence." His tone is… even. His dark visage looks towards her, and he stands slowly.
"How may I be of assistance?" The same tone. Cinder smiles sweetly and looks up to him now, not moving from her spot.
"You seem well, this pleases me." She looks him over, and then her eyes avert towards some of the technology they are surrounded by as she speaks
"Your efforts to get home have had… unfortunate consequences." She then looks back to him "New pieces are being brought to the board." Eliciting the image of a chess board. He then speaks
"As I had expected, and warned you of. This is a necessary side effect of my efforts." She seems… displeased.. by his words.
"I'm not really concerned with hearing your justifications, my purple friend. That isn't why I've come here." She pauses, and the other says nothing. And after another moment…
"We are moving up the timeline. We don't want things to get out of hand before we begin the operation at Beacon." He nods and looks away from her
"I shall make arrangements immediately. I will travel to Atlas and proceed with Phase 3." Now Cinder smiles a little, a fiendish smile
"Ah, that's what I love to hear. Thank you, friend. Your work there will spur Atlas to action, and by the time of the festival… well…" She shrugs
"I'll have what I want… and you'll" she now motions to him with a single perfectly manicured finger
"Will have what you need." He says nothing as he stares, and then nods.
"Of course. Consider Phase 3 commenced."
She nods again, apparently happy. She turns then
"I can show myself out. … oh, by the way…" her voice is smooth, almost caring and soothing. In a 'Don't mind my fangs I'm a nice gal' kind of way. She stops at one of the terminals, motioning to 2 floating crystals, seeming held up by nothing. She doesn't touch them, of course.
"You never told me what these are. And why you hold them in such high regard. Are they just pretty baubles?" She says in a smooth tone, looking over a smile shoulder to him. He doesn't respond immediately, but then speaks in an even tone.
"They are called Infinity Gems. In my world, each of the 6 gems allow one mastery over aspects of the universe." Cinder nods with an 'ah ha' motion, looking back towards the gems.
"But?" "But they are ineffective here. Something blocks them from being functional. I have abandoned trying to find why. I have moved on from them. Now.. they serve as little more than mementos of the world I try to get back to." Cinder leans a little closer, thinking about how she would love to incorporate the purple and orange little crystals into her wardrobe somehow. They are very pretty. She stands now, and turns more towards him.
"I know how much you miss being in your own world. But we'll get you back there. You help me get the Maiden's power… and I'll use that power to assist you to get home. I promise." He doesn't respond, save for a small nod. He then turns, and without another word goes back to his work. Cinder turns slowly, keeping her eyes on him as she does. She strides down the tunnel she came in through, each step accompanied by a
'clack clack clack clack' sound.
And as she disappears into the swirling green energies, she mutters
"Fool."
And once she is gone from his tunnels, he continues his work, muttering
"Fool." 
