Amy shook her head. "Sorry. I've only been here about a month, I've never met your friend...." She was about to say more when the woman introduced as Robin appeared, and Amy watched them hug. She smiled and offered a hand to shake when she was introduced, but instead was gathered into the woman's copious bosom, She blinked and staggered back a step, pretending to gasp: "Air...!" She grinned. "Nice to meet you too, Robin." Amy was not really a "touchie-feelie" type of person, her family were not particularly demonstrative and being hugged by a total stranger was rather a novel experience.<br/><br/>Robin offered her a discount, and Amy was about to say that they weren't really great friends as they'd only just met, properly, but was dragged away before she could.<br/><br/>She smirked at the comment about the Fields family 'knocking on her door'. She drew herself up straight and her voice lost any semblance of a drawl."Oh will they? We shall see who has the bigger influence then: Some low-born brat of a colonial ho just happens to have parents who have made good, or a relative of the reigning monarch of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland!" Her voice was haughty, her expression proud and aloof. Then it changed. "No, seriously, if he thinks because his daddy is rich he can get away with that sort of deplorable behaviour, he has not met the Urquhart Clan, and nor have the rest of his little tribe." She tapped a few times on the screen of her phone. "Posted!"<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">I videoed this from MJ Rivers' car. Seems someone thinks that having a gun in his pants makes up for not having anything else in them! I know a spoiled brat when I see one, Hell I am one. But if he thinks because Daddy is rich he can get away with pulling a gun on a friend of mine, he has got another think coming. Fields net worth may be in millions of dollars, but the Urquhart family's net worth is at least ten times that, in sterling! Bring it on, Mr Fields. Let's see if you have the guts to pick on someone your own size for a change?</span><br/><br/>She showed the post to MJ, and noticed that it already had ten hits and three likes when her phone was passed back.<br/><br/>"So, what do you think? Will he come at me with lawyers, try to sue me? Because my family lawyers will have a counter-suit already prepared to say that he put my life in danger by having a firearm in my vicinity, and he has caused me all sorts of mental anguish, and the settlement sum on offer would be at least half a million pounds sterling, that he must pay me." She paused and then added "Oh and we will have video experts who will testify to the genuine nature of the footage, you can clearly see his hand going for his gun, so it was obviously self defence when you elevated him to the sopranos!"<br/><br/>A sip of her drink and a bite of her food. "Or, seeing as you clearly suspect he had something to do with your friend vanishing, from what you said to him, do you think he would risk an international incident by having me kidnapped? Honestly, I'd quite like that, because I'd love to see his face when Vee drops a helicopter-load of SBS commandos in his back garden." She was giggling. "Oh, yeah, uh, Vee is my big brother. Leftenant Commander Lord Reginald Urquhart the Fifth. I call him Vee because that's the Roman numeral for five. He hates it. But yeah, he's a navy helicopter pilot. And my entire family has ...<i>connections</i>!" She said the last word with obvious significance. Clearly the aristocratic brat was unphased by the possibility that Fields might come after her with physical violence.