Reggie called her some stupid name, swore again and then got up. Tiara was more than ready to storm after him, but Tea-Tree slid to in front of her. "Now, darling, be nice. You have to admit, he's hot," Tiara looked at her 'droid and almost managed the perfect huff. "Really, Tea-Tree, I hadn't noticed!" She lied, of course, but Tiara was a (mostly) well behaved young woman who did not really have any clue about society outside of Druidia. She was rebellious and defiant, but she was also spoiled and pampered and utterly,<b>utterly </b>out of her depth. So, Tiara did what she always did when she felt unsure. She raised her chin and pulled her shoulders back and she would fake it like the best Druish Princess of them all.<br/><br/>"What I think we should do," she said, as she realised that<i> he</i>was walking back towards them, "is that I think we need to." Tiara leaned in to speak to Tea-Tree, her voice dropping so that she was sure that Ronald wouldn't hear her. Tea-Tree, of course, complied and leaned in also. So, when he got there, the pair of them were chatting away.<br/><br/>He cleared his throat. She ignored him.<br/><br/>He cleared his throat again. She ignored him more.<br/><br/>One more time, he cleared his throat. She had never ignored someone harder in her life.<br/><br/>Finally, she turned to look at him and her gaze could have curdled milk at twenty paces, could have withered a robust perennial at thirty. In fact, she could have made a child eat their vegetables a parsec away and turned that gaze on to him. "You vile little space-dog," she said, almost growling in her throat as she spoke to him like he was the mud on her shoe. Come to that, how dare he! He should be<i> worshipping</i>the mud on her shoe! The mud on her shoe was a GODDESS compared to<i> him</i>. "You will never more address me in that manner. I am Princess Tiara, and you will refer to me as Your Royal Highness, or you will be spending your ten thousand space credits on barter in prison.<b> DO</b>I make myself clear?"<br/><br/><i>"Oh dear," </i>said Tea-tree.<br/><br/>"And furthermore!" Oh, she was on a roll now. A nice one, with warm butter, crispy bacon and some good quality ketchup. "You will get this place cleaned up and quick-smart. And yourself while you are about it! Flibbertigibbet is a place of peace and tranquillity and you will offend them with your grubby little vehicle and your dishevelled appearance." She glared at him and her expression pinned him to the spot (or, she believed it would). "If we are to be here for any length of time, I will be appropriating the best quarters, and you will see to it that my cabin is clean and well laundered, or there will be," and here, she stepped forward and poked him in the chest. One poke for every word. "Hell. To. Pay."<br/><br/>Now, this might have been a time for reflection for them both. A moment of bonding, perhaps. One of those rare occasions where true friendship blooms. Unfortunately, they had neither of them really paid attention to what was in the bag that she had so unceremoniously dropped in his lap. It, apparently, was quite important to some people and they all might have their attention taken away from the Very Important Topic of Her Royal Highness' Clean Sheets as people started firing on the bus. They were buffeted and flung about and suddenly, Tiara found herself in the arms of this Dreadful Man. He was Dreadful. Awful. She looked up at him and then another shot hit the bus. Up front, Mia was finding that there were a lot of messages coming through (as well as the shots) which suggested that they would regret stealing from Pizza The Hut.<br/><br/>"What's Happening!!!?" Tiara asked, breathlessly in his arms!