Stop being a trainer!

Under the white moon, a loud noise resounded through the night sky.
Outside the broken wall, the chestnut-haired horse girl, with her fists folded, slowly walked into the room.
Her lavender eyes were filled with fury and arrogance. With her hands in her pockets, she looked down at the man who had fallen to the ground in panic.
"Excuse me, are you my trainer?"
"I'm not a trainer. The trainer building is next door. I'm a janitor."
"Oh, thank you. Sorry to bother you--what did you think I would say? Liar!"
"Hey! Don't come over here!"